NIMROD OF THE SEA; OB, 



came, 'Ice ahead !' Then, on the weather oi* on the lee bow, 

 the pounding and grinding of the rocking bergs, the roar 

 of the breakers, and the awful tone of the wind as it cut 

 through the strained rigging, almost drowned the hoarse or- 

 ders of the captain as they came through his trumpet. So 

 we dashed through the darkness and blinding snow, every 

 eye awake to watch for ice; every ear expecting the crack, 

 of doom. 



