THE RESCUE FROM WRANGELL ISLAND 313 
straight to the island, whether the Bear ever got 
there or not. 
Daylight on the sixth found us off Cape York. 
We were going along with a fair wind and all sail 
set. Early in the afternoon we rounded East 
Cape; so far we were doing well. The wind came 
dead ahead in the late afternoon. By dark we 
were abreast of Cape Serdze. The next morning 
the wind was north-northwest and the sea smooth, 
a thing which told us clearly that the ice was near. 
All day long conditions remained the same and at 
quarter of eight in the evening we were not sur¬ 
prised to see the ice. We were 181 miles from 
Rodgers Harbor. We lay near the edge of the 
ice and waited for daylight. 
As soon as dawn broke September 8, we went 
on full speed ahead, through the loose ice; some dis¬ 
tance away, on our port bow, we could see that the 
ice was close-packed. By early afternoon we had 
made more than fifty miles and were about 
seventy-five miles from our goal. Luncheon was 
just finished and I was standing in the chart-room, 
when we saw a schooner dead ahead, running be¬ 
fore the wind. The glasses were soon trained on 
her and we saw that she was the King and Winge . 
I hoped and was inclined to believe that she had 
been to the island, or she would hardly be coming 
