The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American
January 1, 1828.—This day we found ourselves completely hemmed in
by the ice, and our prospects looked cheerless indeed. A strong
gale blew, during the whole forenoon, from the northeast, and
drove large cakes of the drift against the rudder and counter
with such violence that we all trembled for the consequences.
Toward evening, the gale still blowing with fury, a large field
in front separated, and we were enabled, by carrying a press of
sail to force a passage through the smaller flakes into some open
water beyond. As we approached this space we took in sail by
degrees, and having at length got clear, lay-to under a single
reefed foresail.
January 2.—We had now tolerably pleasant weather. At noon we
found ourselves in latitude 69 degrees 10’ S, longitude 42
degrees 20’ W, having crossed the Antarctic circle. Very little
ice was to be seen to the southward, although large fields of it
lay behind us. This day we rigged some sounding gear, using a
large iron pot capable of holding twenty gallons, and a line of
two hundred fathoms. We found the current setting to the north,
about a quarter of a mile per hour. The temperature of the air
was now about thirty-three. Here we found the variation to be 14
degrees 28’ easterly, per azimuth.
January 5.—We had still held on to the southward without any very
great impediments. On this morning, however, being in latitude 73
degrees 15’ E., longitude 42 degrees 10’ W, we were again brought
to a stand by an immense expanse of firm ice. We saw,
nevertheless, much open water to the southward, and felt no doubt
of being able to reach it eventually. Standing to the eastward
along the edge of the floe, we at length came to a passage of
about a mile in width, through which we warped our way by
sundown. The sea in which we now were was thickly covered with
ice islands, but had no field ice, and we pushed on boldly as
before. The cold did not seem to increase, although we had snow
very frequently, and now and then hail squalls of great violence.
Immense flocks of the albatross flew over the schooner this day,
going from southeast to northwest.
January 7.—The sea still remained pretty well open, so that we
had no difficulty in holding on our course. To the westward we
saw some icebergs of incredible size, and in the afternoon passed
very near one whose summit could not have been less than four
hundred fathoms from the surface of the ocean. Its girth was
probably, at the base, three-quarters of a league, and several
streams of water were running from crevices in its sides. We
remained in sight of this island two days, and then only lost it
in a fog.
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