tossed badly. On the rough sea, on the 20th, the first real 
Arctic birds—fulmar petrels (also called storm-fuglers or 
sea-horses, from the native Sohest )—began to put in their 
appearance. Their curious method of locomotion—part run¬ 
ning, part flying over the waters, just before taking wing, 
—struck us forcibly, and really formed a striking illustration 
of a modern flying machine commencing its flight. 
Another variant, so early in the cruise, was an intoxicated 
chef. When, at first, an occasional meal was missed it was 
not so bad. Things grew worse with toleration, and there 
[Photo-courtesy of Dr. C. R. Holmes.] 
MASSES OF FLOE ICE FILLED THE SEA 
being no chance to discharge him in favor of some other, the 
Doctor threatened the man with hypodermics so strong as 
first to make him sick; and then, should he drink again, to 
kill him. The threat worked remarkably well. 
During the morning of the 21st we anchored off Bear 
Island. Great masses of floe-ice—the first we ’d met,—filled 
the ocean. Beyond them the precipitous islands rolled, un¬ 
tenanted by man, on up to Mt. Misery, seven hundred and 
sixty feet over the sea. 
Whales being plentiful in these waters, the Ingebrigtsen 
Company, of Tromsoe, has established its station on the most 
accessible point of the island; and two whales, the one a 
seventy-five footer, were being brought ashore. 
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June 21st 
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