WIND AND FOG IN BERING SEA 51 



We were now headed N. W. by N., making about four 

 and one-half knots with the motor, and the foresail set. 

 ''Jenny," the engine, palpitated every now and then, but 

 caught her breath again in a moment and churned 

 patiently on. 



Elting turned out for dinner, feeling fit again, and Dr. 

 Young, who, the evening before, nearl}^ let himself be 

 knocked overboard by the main boom without a protest, 

 also came out. Jimmie, the cabin boy, had served 

 breakfast between his spasms of eructation, and omitted 

 all his other duties. The smoother water, gentler if 

 chilly breeze, a fine red simset at 10 p. m., cheered all. 

 hands. It was decided to buck the sea around the west 

 end of the island and make for Providence Bay against 

 the wind and the presumably heavy swell. About mid- 

 night we passed the Southwest Cape and headed north in 

 a gentle ground swell and light northwest breeze. The 

 gaunt, rocky chffs, flecked with snow in spots down to the 

 water's edge, moved slowly by as we turned into bed. 



Breakfast the next day found us stiU going comfortably 

 on our course in a light northwest wind with West Cape 

 astern, and Cape Chibukak abeam. To keep our jib, 

 foresail and spanker full, we had to lay considerably off 

 our proper course. The water changed in color from dark 

 green to blue as we drove over the thirty fathom depths, 

 and again to green as we shoaled up to ten or twelve 

 fathoms. The bold headlands of St. LawTence Island 

 sank as the crags of the Siberian coast lifted above the 

 horizon, both being plainly visible most of the way. Like 

 those of the island, the latter stood steep from the sea 

 with snow fields in their ravines. 



Birds frequently passed us or rose from the water as 

 we approached; red-legged guillemot, lesser auk m httle 

 flocks skimming the surface, phalarope and fulmar. 



