Chapter XIV. 



AGAIN IN BAFFIN'S BAY. 



TJLY 10th. — We are now on our old 

 fishing ground off Cape Graham Moore. 

 I am beginning to lose all interest in 

 the fishing, and shall be only too glad 

 when we have succeeded in filling up, and our head 

 is pointed to the southward. I shall be disap- 

 pointed if the "Arctic" is not the first to carry 

 home the intelligence of the rescue of the re- 

 mainder of the " Polaris " crew. This has been 

 another of our delightfully irregular days. Last 

 night, at about half-past ten, fish were seen and the 

 boats sent away, and after a little dodging about, 

 Tom Manson got fast to a fine whale ; it was no 

 sooner alongside than the boat was again sent away 

 in chase, and at about 1 a.m. Davy Smith got a 

 splendid chance, and fired his harpoon right into 

 the unfortunate monster. Mr. Chester and myself 

 went away in the dingy with the rocket gun ; and 



