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horizon, while nearer to us the Harald Dollar was fast in the 

 ice, and to the south an old whaling barque lay becalmed, with 

 its large sails hanging slack from the yards. A piece of ice in 

 our very neighbourhood began to show signs that the hot sun 

 was telling on its stability, and we warped the ship away to a 

 safer place. We had hardly reached it before our last shelter 



MR. F. F. FELLOWS COMING ON BOARD. 



collapsed, turning somersault, setting the water in violent motion 

 and breaking up into numerous small pieces. 



Here we met Mr. F. F. Fellows, a school teacher, who had 

 just been landed from the Revenue Cutter and had not even a 

 house ashore. He lived in a tent awaiting the arrival of a 

 supply ship. When he saw us, he came out in a boat to pay us 

 a visit. 



From him we learned the sad truth that we were only at 

 Icy Cape and about sixty miles to the south of Wainwright 

 Inlet. He stayed with us until his boat crew became impatient, 

 as they wanted to go out to the pack ice and hunt walrus, and 

 he joined to see the sport. 



No one went ashore, for we might have to move the ship at 

 any minute, and we tried to pass away the time as well as we 

 could. When night came we could still see the steamers ; at 



