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Of Magdalen Bay, called the fairest jewel of Arctic scenery, 

 only the ghost loomed forth, robed in white and crowned 

 with needle-pointed splinters of aspiring rock. Had it 

 been more plainly discovered, we should not have greatly 

 cared, for the tumbling of the boat and the jarring of the 

 screw had by this time wrought weariness in all. We were 





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ONE OF THE SEVEN ICEBERGS. 



counting the hours to a respite in smooth water. Presently, 

 round a corner, came the narrow and impressive South 

 Gat — once scene of the great whale fishery and entrance 

 to the haven of the Dutch. A sunken rock in the midst 

 of the way needs careful avoidance, but our skipper had 

 already made this part of the voyage many times this year 

 — conveying tourists to see Andree's balloon. Full steam 



