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THE sun was setting gloriously behind 

 the bleak western headlands as our lit- 

 tle schooner doubled Goose Cape, nodding 

 a solemn good-night with her jib-boom to 

 the row of solemn seals on the ice floe, and 

 then headed up slowly into the great silent 

 bay to her night's anchorage. 



Between us and the unknown waters 

 towered the icebergs, some grounded fast 

 in a hundred fathoms, others drifting majes- 

 tically in the slow currents, with the long 

 ocean swells racing and breaking over the 

 wide green shelves of ice and boom-dooming 

 their hollow thunder in the deep caverns. 



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