72 THE LAST CRUISE OF THE MIRANDA. 



ing heavily, but was awakened by the noise of the moving 

 ship. From out my port - hole I could see quite a fleet of 

 kayaks about us, which raced along, keeping pace with the 

 ship. A high sea was running, and the little boats would 

 sometimes be hidden from sight in the trough, but only to rise 



CREVASSE. 



again in an instant on the crest of a wave, down which they 

 would shoot like a toboggan. Gradually, the kayaks dropped 

 away one by one, and still feeling stiff and sore from the 

 exertions of the preceding day, I lay down in my bunk again 

 and dropped off in a half-doze. 



Suddenly there was an ominous and grating sound, and 





