The World of Ice by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne
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hope of being able to wind the ship.
"What's that ahead of us?" exclaimed the first mate suddenly. "Ship on the starboard bow, right in-shore!" roared the look-out. The attention of the crew was for a moment called from their own critical situation towards the strange vessel which now came into view, having been previously concealed from them by a large grounded berg. "Can you make her out, Mr. Bolton?" "Yes, sir; I think she's a large brig, but she seems much chafed, and there's no name left on the stern, if ever there was one." As he spoke, the driving snow and fog cleared up partially, and the brig was seen not three hundred yards from them, drifting slowly into the loose ice. There was evidently no one on board; and although one or two of the sails were loose, they hung in shreds from the yards. Scarcely had this been noted when the _Dolphin_ struck against a large mass of ice, and quivered under the violence of the shock. "Let go!" shouted the captain. Down went the heaviest anchor they had, and for two minutes the chain flew out at the hawse-hole. "Hold on!" The chain was checked, but the strain was awful. A mass of ice, |
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