THE ICE-PACK AND ICE-BLINK. 



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The ice-pack which we were soon to encounter lay 

 north and east of us, with the " ice-blink " over it. We 

 pass Outer Battle Island, and the "Two Sisters," bare, 

 low islands of nearly white gneiss rock. We now sail 

 into the ice-pack, and are gradually surrounded by fioes, 



A 

 OUTER BATTLE ISLAND SEEN FROM THE SOUTHWEST; A, CARIBOU ISLAND. 



though they are not near enough to impede our progress. 

 The shore of Caribou Island — for there are two of this 

 •name on the coast — is of a singular pale gray shade from 

 top to bottom. The people ashore, struck by our model 

 and spars, so unlike the other craft on this coast, set the 

 British flag to ascertain our nationality. 



CARIBOU ISLAND, BEARING TWO MILES WEST. 



We pass St. Lewis Bay, a large broad indentation, 

 with its north shore evidently syenitic, as the sea-wall is 

 high, and the rocks rough and fissured, and more broken 

 than lower down ; the headlands of syenite probably ex- 

 tend out from the gneiss mainland. 



The ice-floes become larger and more hummocky than 

 any we have seen before. A humpback whale now pre- 



CARIBOU ISLAND, BEARING WEST. 



sents a broadside view of himself, with his angular hump, 

 small fin, and as he "sounds," reveals the pale underside 

 of his tail and flukes. 



