258 ADVENTURES IN THE NORTHERN SEAS. 



CHAPTER XVIII. 



Horn and Bell Sounds. — Ice Fiord. — Pickled Reindeer's 

 Tongues. — Arctic Foxes. — Geology. — Raised Beaches. — 

 Fossil Cannon-balls. — Awful Avalanche. — Begins to get 

 dark at Night. — Reach Haramerfest. — Sell our Cargo. — 

 Take Leave of our Crew. — Sail home. — Equinoctial Gales. 

 — Leith. — " Glut" of Bears in the British Market. — Conclu- 

 sion. — Game List. 



On passing the mouth of Horn Sound, we en- 

 countered a tremendous blast of wind blowing out 

 of that fiord as out of a funnel. This helped us for 

 a little, and then it fell almost calm again until we 

 came opposite to the entrance of Bell Sound, where 

 we experienced just such another squall from the 

 northeast. 



Going close-hauled, it was as much as the yacht 

 could do to stand up against it under close-reefed 

 mainsail, foresail, and staysail ; but this squall car- 

 ried us nearly to the mouth of Ice Fiord, where 

 these gusts of wind blowing down through the high 

 valleys were more violent than ever, and were now 

 accompanied with heavy sleety rain. We beat up 

 the fiord in the teeth of this, and anchored in a 

 sheltered bay in the evening of the 2d. 



The sporting season seemed to be about come to 

 an end ; but we were now obliged to stop here for 



