IN NEW YOEK HARBOR. 
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fess that the fastidious experience of naval life on 
board frigates and corvettes made me look down on 
these humble vessels. They seemed to me more like 
a couple of coasting schooners than a national squad- 
ron bound for a perilous and distant sea. Many a 
time afterward I recalled the short-sighted ignorance 
of these first impressions, when some rude encounter 
with the ice made comfort and dignity very secondary 
thoughts. 
The “Advance,” my immediate home, had been orig- 
inally intended for the transport of machinery. Her 
timbers were heavily moulded, and her fastenings of 
the most careful sort. She was fifty-three tons larger 
than her consort, the “ Eescue yet both together 
barely equaled two hundred and thirty-five tons. 
To navigate an ice-hound sea, speed, though import- 
ant, is much less so than strength. Extreme power 
of resistance to pressure must he combined with facil- 
ity of handling, adequate stowage, and a solidity of 
frame that may encounter sudden concussions fearless- 
ly ; and it seemed to both Mr. Grinnell and Lieutenant 
He Haven that these qualities might he best embodi- 
ed in such small vessels as the Advance and Rescue. 
It was, indeed, something like a return to the dimen- 
sions of our predecessors of the olden time ; for the 
three vessels of Frobisher summed up only seventy- 
five tons, and Baffin’s largest was ten tons less in bur- 
den than the Rescue. As the vessels of our expedition 
were more thoroughly adapted, perhaps, for this dan- 
gerous service than any that had been fitted out be- 
fore for the Arctic Seas, I will describe them in de- 
tail. 
Commencing with the outside : the hull was liter- 
ally double, a brig within a brig. An outer sheathing 
