CHAPTER VI. 
“Ye who love the haunts of nature, 
Love the shadow of the forest, 
Love the wind among the branches, 
And the rushing of great rivers 
Through the palisades of pine trees, 
And the thunder of the mountains, 
Whose innumerable echoes 
Flap like eagles in the eyries, 
Come not here.” 
Tuesday, the 13tli, brought the wind round to the 
westward, and the ice naturally began to slack off. 
We take advantage of every turn of the ice. Now a 
lane opens, and with sails set we glide over the space 
without impediment. All our object is to keep our 
schooners bows to the eastward. We can do no 
better than drift with the wind. The labour on 
board is unceasing; the men at night are divided into 
parties by watch and watch, all hands by day. We 
adopt every plan we can devise to break off the 
“point-ends” with our long axes, ice-slices, and crow¬ 
bars. The windlasses are continually at work, the 
warps are out, fastened to ice-anchors; these require 
continual shifting. The men force the ship through 
