286 HORN SOUND. 



CHAP. XVIII. 



Horn and Bell Sounds. — Ice Fiord. — Pickled Peindeer's 

 Tongues. — Arctic Poxes. — Geology. — Eaised Beaches. 

 Possil Cannon-balls. — Awful Avalanche. — Begins to get 

 dark at Night. — Eeach Hammerfest. — Sell our Cargo. — 

 Take Leave of our Crew. — Sail Home. — Equinoctial 

 Gales.— Leith, — " Glut " of Bears in the British Market. 

 — Conclusion. — Game List. 



On passing the mouth of Horn Sound, we en- 

 countered a tremendous blast of wind blowing 

 out of that fiord as out of a funnel. This 

 helped us for a little, and then it fell almost 

 calm again until we came opposite to the 

 entrance of Bell Sound, where we experi- 

 enced just such another squall from the north- 

 east. 



Going closehauled, it was as much as the 

 yacht could do to stand up against it under 

 close-reefed mainsail, foresail, and staysail ; but 

 this squall carried us nearly to the mouth of 

 Ice Eiord, where these gusts of wind blowing 

 down through the high valleys were more 

 violent than ever, and were now accompanied 



