An Arctic boat journey, in the autumn of 1854 . e cantell, followed the coffee, and interrupted the monoto-nous chattering of teeth ; and Godfrey, who had apenchant for negro melodies, broke out from time totime with scraps from Uncle Ned, in all its varia-tions, Susannah, and Im off to Charlestown, alittle while to stay. Petersen recited some chaptersfrom his boy-life in Copenhagen and Iceland ; Johngave us some insight into a runners life in SanFrancisco and Macao ; Whipple told some horrorsof the forecastle of a Liverpool packet; but Bonsalldrew the chief applause, by Who wouldnt sell afarm
An Arctic boat journey, in the autumn of 1854 . e cantell, followed the coffee, and interrupted the monoto-nous chattering of teeth ; and Godfrey, who had apenchant for negro melodies, broke out from time totime with scraps from Uncle Ned, in all its varia-tions, Susannah, and Im off to Charlestown, alittle while to stay. Petersen recited some chaptersfrom his boy-life in Copenhagen and Iceland ; Johngave us some insight into a runners life in SanFrancisco and Macao ; Whipple told some horrorsof the forecastle of a Liverpool packet; but Bonsalldrew the chief applause, by Who wouldnt sell afarm and go to sea? A strange mixture of men crowded the tent onthat little frozen raft, in that dark stormy night ofthe Arctic Sea! There were a German astrono-mer, a Baltimore seaman, a Pennsylvania farmer, aGreenland cooper, a Hull sailor, an East Riverboatman, an Irish patriot, and a Philadelphia stu-dent of medicine; and it was a singular jumbleof human experience and adventure which theyrelated. We were near being precipitated into the water. THE ADVENTURES OF A NIGHT. Ill during the night. An angle of the raft on whichrested one of the tent poles, split off; two of themen who lay in that corner were carried down, andtheir weight was almost sufficient to drag the othersoverboard. Fortunately the bottom and sides of thetent were fast together, or two of us at least wouldhave gone into the sea. September 15th. The air cleared a little as themorning dawned ; and, although it continued tosnow violently, we were conscious of being nearsome large object, which loomed high through thethick atmosphere. Whether it was land or an ice-berg we could not make out. We were soon in theboats, and pulling towards it through the thin iceand sludge. Before its character became clear, wewere within a hundred yards of a low sandy beach,covered with boulders. Two burgomaster-gulls flewoverhead while we were breaking through the youngice along the shore ; and they were brought down bythe unerring g
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