FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
Day o' Rest is an awfie-like thing ! ' This I am told very 
clearly and explicitly, and have to do reverence to the 
Creator's works by painting from memory in the privacy 
of my bunk, as represented in the sketch, cursing at the 
same time the length of my legs and the interference with 
the purest form of worship. 
We steamed from Erebus and Terror Bay N.E. with 
a strong current from the N.E., that swung the ice along 
at four miles an hour. It was jammed together at one 
time, then drifted out in long streams, whirling past 
us round bergs, piled piece over piece. We have had 
thumping and crushing enough to crack the nether mill- 
stone, yet the boats were sent out sealing, though the 
Balaena could scarcely make her own way. How the men 
cursed ! Just as one of the boats had managed to come 
up astern, some ragged snow islands of all sizes swept 
together and enclosed it. We thought to see her nipped 
into nothing, but the crew jumped on to the ice and hauled 
her into a little space between the white teeth before 
they closed, where the boat was safe, though she could not 
get out. We left them there, as it was difficult enough to 
