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THE LAST CRUISE OF THE MIRANDA. 



watch among themselves that night to supplement the regu- 

 lar watch. It fell to my lot to watch from two till three in 

 the morning. This was one of the longest hours I ever spent, 

 on account of the dull monotony of straining the eyes to 

 seaward and seeing nothing ; not an iceberg loomed in sight. 



ICEBERG. 



Once, when the fog had lifted a trifle, some commotion 

 was excited by the sailor who was on watch with me singing 

 out: *'A light on the starboard bow!" Immediately the 

 fog-whistle was set to blowing, and Mr. Dumphy, the ice- 

 pilot, came rushing forward. "Where's the light?" said he. 

 "Over there," said the sailor. "Humph !" said Pilot Dum- 



