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A VOYAGE TO SFITZBEBGEN. 
sail and work our way out of the bay, keeping well 
to the west side, where the water is pretty free from 
our opponent. Once outside, the sea looks tempting* 
and it again sets us thinking of a northerly run, late 
as the season is. But before we have quite resolved* 
the ice is once more about us, and we run from it to 
Bed Bay, the ice being driven by a north-westerly 
breeze. Here we anchored under the lee of a “point,” 
and had the misfortune to break our anchor. The ice 
coming down so fast upon us we could not hold our 
own against it without much labour, in which we 
lost two hawsers we had just been using as warps, our 
boat was capsized, and little David nearly drowned; 
we haul in alongside an iceberg lying aground in 
