forewarning of the austral winter. The summit of our ice-mountain was lost in vapour, in a fog which would not resolve itself into rain, but would continue to muffle up the horizon.
"Bad luck!" said the boatswain, "for now if we were to pass by land we should not perceive it."
"And our drift?"
"More considerable than yesterday, Mr. Jeorling. The captain has sounded, and he makes the speed no less than between three and four miles."
"And what do you conclude from this?"
"I conclude that we must be within a narrower sea, since the current is so strong. I should not be surprised if we had land on both sides of us within ten or fifteen miles."
"This, then, would be a wide strait that cuts the antarctic continent?"
"Yes. Our captain is of that opinion."
"And, holding that opinion, is he not going to make an attempt to reach one or other of the coasts of this strait?"
"And how?"
"With the boat."
"Risk the boat in the midst of this fog!" exclaimed the boatswain, as he crossed his arms. "What are you thinking of, Mr. Jeorling? Can we cast anchor to wait for it? And all the chances would be that we should never see it again. Ah! if we only had the Halbrane!"
But there was no longer a Halbrane!
In spite of the difficulty of the ascent through the half-condensed vapour, I climbed up to the top of the iceberg, but when I had gained that eminence I strove in vain to
