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bottle of brandy forward and Johnny was the only one who took a 

 drink which is a pretty good proof of how rough it was. As John 

 said, "when the peak refuses a drink, it is wonderful rough." 



During the night it blew hard and the wind drove us about S by 

 E but not faster than one knot as we were hove to very well. I 

 found that by starting the fore sheet she lay very much higher and 

 drifted much less. 



i Position Hove to off shore 

 Thursday, August $th < Weather Stormy 



I Wind Very strong northeast 



THE wind was very much stronger this morning and everybody 

 about as miserable as possible. Woody has not gotten out of 

 his bunk. All hands eat very carefully except Johnny. Luckily there 

 are few bergs around. During the day we only had to pay off twice 

 to avoid one. It is certainly a wild sight to see the surf breaking all 

 over these huge pieces of ict. At such times the schooner seems like 

 a knockabout and one wonders if we are not fools to be out here. 



We had a fire aft and were fairly warm and dry but Jack's stove 

 was absolutely incapable of making any impression on the peak 

 which seemed like the inside of an ice-house. Nobody could stay on 

 deck five minutes. 



After lunch the barometer began to rise and the wind to haul 

 from the north. This relieved my fears slightly but the wind only 

 blew the stronger. I had been afraid of being in too close as our drift 

 had been little better than parallel to the coast. Some tried to read 

 but the majority lay in their bunks and only got up to read the 

 barometer or stick their head out of the hatch. An occasional graham 

 cracker helped to pass the time. 



Towards evening the wind blew great guns. You could feel the 

 fore-sail traveler working in the deck and I seriously thought of 

 reefing. The swell meanwhile had become so high as to affect the 



