I wished to see how the schooner lay and what change had befallen the
ice in the night, and went on deck. It was blowing a whole gale of wind
from the north-west. Inside the ship, with the hatches on, and protected
moreover by the sides of the hollow in which she lay, it would have been
impossible to guess at the weight of the gale, though all along I had
supposed it to be storming pretty fiercely by the thunderous humming
noise which resounded in the cabin. But I had no notion that so great a
wind raged till I gained the deck and heard the prodigious bellowing of
it above the rocks. The sky was one great cloud of slate, and there was
no flying darkness or yellow scud to give the least movement of life to
it. The sea was swelling very furiously, and I could divine its
tempestuous character by clouds of spray which sped like volumes of
steam under the sullen dusky heavens high over the mastheads. The
schooner lay with a list of about fifteen degrees and her bows high
cocked. I looked over the stern and saw that the ice had sunk there, and
that there were twenty great rents and yawning seams where I had before
noticed but one. A vast block of ice had fallen on the starboard side,
and lay so close on the quarter that I could have sprung on to it. No
other marked changes were observable, but there were a hundred sounds to
assure me that neither the sea nor the gale was wholly wasting its
strength upon this crystal territory, and that if I thought proper to
climb the slope and expose myself to the wind, I should behold a face of
ice somewhat different from what I had before gazed upon.
But the bitter cold held me in dread, and there was no need besides for
me to take a survey. All that concerned me lay in the hollow in which
the schooner was frozen; but so far as the slopes were concerned I could
see nothing to render me uneasy. The declivities were gradual, and there
was little fear of even a violent convulsion throwing the ice upon us.
The danger lay below, under the keel; if the ice split, then down would
drop the ship and stave herself, or if she escaped that peril she must
be so wedged as to render the least further pressure of the ice against
her sides destructive.
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