NORTH POLE OF THE WINDS 



was at its worst and the whole pantry of dishes 

 was upset with a crash. Boxes and bags of duffle 

 went rolhng or shding about in the midships cabin 

 and everyone was rendered uncomfortable. We 

 were under a storm trysail and jibs, but by night 

 the gale had fallen ofip somewhat though the sea 

 was still running high. We were among icebergs 

 and it was raining and disagreeable, so that those 

 who were not needed on deck kept to the cabin. 

 Every two hours two men must man the pumps to 

 keep down the water which is constantly seeping 

 through the seams into the hold. The deck was 

 badly strained when the ship struck the reef, and 

 now that it is raining a mixture of sea-water and 

 walrus blood is continually dripping down into 

 the bunks of Fergusson and Manly. My own 

 bunk on the other side of the cabin is badly 

 splintered, but fortunately does not leak. With 

 considerable satisfaction the skipper informs us 

 that the gale has not noticeably strained the ship 

 and that the water which comes into the hold has 

 not appreciably increased. According to Will 

 Bartlett, the mate, we are now off the Labrador 

 coast about 175 miles south of Cape Chidley. 



On Sunday, the twelfth, the wind fell off suf- 

 ficiently so that we hoisted both the mainsail and 

 the foresail. For some reason the odor of the 



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