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lemonade, cursing the ship and his luck and the day he 
went to sea. 
' Captain/ said the parson, very white and holding on 
to the table, ' it grieves me to see you thus give way to 
passion. I have been on deck, and it is all very terrible 
and incomprehensible to me, and I am all wet. But I 
feel sure, captain, there is no danger to our lives, for, thank 
God, captain, the men are swearing— zvorse than ever!" 
I think this is the very oldest junk in the merchant 
service — Reader, I apologise. 
Tuesday. — It was quite a pleasant surprise to turn out 
yesterday and find ourselves still above water. The wind 
eased off a little in the forenoon, and the ice opened and 
we struggled out like a fly from a bowl of loaf-sugar 
and steamed away to the eastward, where the Jason and 
the Active had found a comfortable shelter behind a berg 
and some stream ice. The wind was still strong on our 
starboard bow and made a small sea that burst over our 
bows in white icy showers. We could take a little spray 
without harm, but anything in the way of green sea would 
