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fog was very moist, and wet us like rain, great drops of water 

 falling from it ; and it grew very cold. 



*' And now there came both mist and snow, 

 And it grew wondrous cold : 

 And ice mast high came floating by, 

 As green as emerald. 



" The ice was here, the ice was there, 

 The ice was all around : 

 It cracked and growled, and roared and howled 

 Like noises in a swound.'' 



We first saw the Greenland coast early in the morning of 

 August 3. The lofty peaks of Mount Nautsarsorfike and 

 Mount Kunguat could be discerned, and were perhaps sixty 

 or seventy miles distant. There was a great deal of floe ice 

 between us and the land, and also on the west of us. Ice- 

 pilot Dumphy wished to run through this ice ; but Cap- 

 tain Farrell would not hear of it, and we slowly steamed 

 westward to make a detour amid numberless pieces of broken 

 i c e . As 

 we looked 

 outward 

 the ice 

 seemed to 

 form u 

 continu- 

 ous line 

 along the 

 horizon. 

 Then the 



fog, seemingly more dense and heavy than ever, closed all about 

 us, and the ship was obliged to lie to with the ice all around it. 

 To the west of us there was a continuous roar as of waves 

 beating upon a rocky shore, but it was the noise of the ice- 



THE GREENLAND COAST. 



