with the white ice cap which never melts, and streams of water
dashing down the hillsides and pouring themselves into the waters
of the bay.

When they had gone a good many miles up the coast, Kesshoo waved
his hand and pointed to a strange sight on the shore.

There was a great river of ice! They could see where it came out
of a hollow place between two hills. It looked just like a river,
only it was frozen solid, and the end of it, where it came into
the sea, was broken off like a great wall of ice, and there were
cakes of ice floating about in the water.

Suddenly there was a cracking sound. Menie had heard that sound
before. It was the same sound that he had heard when he went seal-
hole hunting and got carried away on the ice raft. Menie didn't
like the sound anymore. It scared him!

Right after the cracking noise Kesshoo's voice shouted, "Row
farther out! Follow me!"

He turned his kyak straight out to sea. All the other boats
followed.

They had gone only about half a mile when suddenly. there was a
loud crick-crick-CRACK as if a piece of the world had broken
off, and then there was a splash that could be heard for miles,
if there had been any one to hear it.

The end of the glacier, or ice river, had broken off and fallen