CHAPTER L. 
After our escape from the congfregated bergs, we 
sailed to one at a little distance, and filled our water- 
casks. The berg crumbled and fell while we were do- 
ing so, but nobody was hurt ; and in two days more, 
after a closing skirmish with the ice-pack, we headed 
homeward. On the twentieth we made our last sal- 
utation to the Devil’s Thumb ; and on the twenty- 
third, in the evening, we were near enough to Upper- 
navik for a little boating party of us to make it a visit. 
With the exception of Kangiartsoak, this is the 
most northern of the Danish settlements. Its latitude 
is 72° 47'', three hundred and seventy miles within the 
Arctic circle. But reaching it, we felt as if we had 
renewed our communication with the world ; for here, 
once in every year, comes the solitary trader from Co- 
penhagen. We had become so familiar with the drear- 
iness of Greenland, that the glaring red gables of the 
