322 THE VOYAGE OF THE JE ANNETTE. 



At two A. M. sounds were heard from the S. E. and 

 E., where the ice was in motion. 



A2)r'd ISth, Sunday. — Another week gone, and but 

 a few miles nearer the pole than we were last Sunday. 

 The winter is "lingering in the lap of spring " with a. 

 vengeance. If the spring lingers in the lap of summer 

 in like manner, our progress in any direction is very 

 problematical. One needs an inexhaustible fund of pa- 

 tience under these circumstances, and an amount of 

 hopeful anticipation not called for in lower latitudes. 

 Each night when I write up my journal, I am strongly 

 impressed with the fact that I have made no valuable 

 addition to it, and yet each night I hope for something 

 better on the morrow. Much as I have written here, 

 it conveys no idea of the extent of the tb inking, which 

 cannot be recorded properly. No plans can be defi- 

 nitely formed in our situation. Much depends on what 

 is presented to us from day to day as the ice breaks up 

 (if it ever does), the condition of the leak at the time, 

 and our ability to handle the ship under canvas with 

 her necessarily bad trim. When the time comes action 

 will be taken, based generally on the feeling that a fight 

 should never be given up while there is a chance of the 

 slightest success. 



At ten A. M. I inspected the ship, finding everything 

 assuming tidy and ship-shape appearances, and being 

 impressed with the fact that if anything more were put 

 in the fire-room the engineer's force would have to 

 move on deck. Then divine service was performed. 

 Our Sunday dinner is always something looked forward 

 to with pleasure. All winter we have had roast seal or 

 roast bear with cranberry sauce, macaroni, potatoes, 

 pickles, bread, a soup, of course, duff, coffee, and choco- 

 late, and always a glass of ale, or porter, or sherry, as 



