the deck with an important air, and looked for something about
which he might give orders. There were no masts or spars or
shrouds or sheets, but there were tarpaulins on the deck, and
these were soon arranged in seamanlike fashion. A compass was
rigged up on deck, and Captain Hubbell put himself into
communication with the electric steersman.

It was morning when the Dipsey emerged from the sea, although day
and night were equally bright at that season, and at twelve
o'clock Captain Hubbell took an observation, assisted by Sammy.
The result was as follows: longitude, 69 30'; latitude, 88
42'.

"It strikes me," said Captain James Hubbell, "that that latitude
goes over anything ever set down by any skipper, ancient or
modern."

"I should say so," answered Sammy. "But that record won't be
anything compared to what we are goin' to set down."

Work went on very rapidly, in order to get the Dipsey into
regular nautical condition, and although it was out of his line,
Captain Hubbell made it a point to direct as much of it as he
could. The electric gills were packed as close to the side of
the vessel as possible, and the various contrivances for heating
and ventilation when sailing in the open air were put into
working order. At four o'clock in the afternoon our party
started to round the icy promontory ahead of them, encouraged by
a most hearty and soul-inspiring message from the hills of New
Jersey.