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had been comparatively fine, but at noon the barometer was falling 

 and there was every appearance of a storm. Mr. A. W. Ashe 

 and his men, Messrs. Rainsford and Jordan, left in their boat as 

 soon as dinner was over. They rowed away toward their station 

 buildings amid the cheers of those on the ship, and later we steamed 

 out into the Strait, passing five or six immense icebergs grounded 

 at the entrance to the harbour. We took our course for the south 

 shore, toward Cape Hope, or Prince of Wales Sound, where a station 

 in charge of Mr. Stupart, of Toronto, was to be established. 



In half an hour we were in a blinding snow-storm, but it was of 

 short duration. It was succeeded by a thick mist or fog, but this, 

 like the snow, soon passed away. However, the ice had been car- 

 ried away by the wind and tide to parts unknown. When the fog 

 lifted we were treated to one of the finest sights in the way of an 

 iceberg that we had yet seen. It was on our port bow, about 

 seventy-five feet high above the water, and fully half a mile long. 



