We Had Now Almost Reached The Eightieth Parallel
Of North Latitude, And Still An Impenetrable Sheet Of
Ice, Extending Fifty Or Sixty Miles Westward From The
Shore, Rendered All Hopes Of Reaching The Land Out Of
The Question.
Our expectation of finding the north-west
extremity of the island disengaged from ice by the action
of the currents was - at all events for this
season - evidently doomed to disappointment.
We were
already almost in the latitude of Amsterdam Island - which
is actually its north-west point - and the coast seemed
more encumbered than ever. No whaler had ever succeeded
in getting more than about 120 miles further north than
we ourselves had already come; and to entangle ourselves
any further in the ice - unless it were with the certainty
of reaching land - would be sheer folly. The only thing
to be done was to turn back. Accordingly, to this course
I determined at last to resign myself, if, after standing
on for twelve hours longer, nothing should turn up to
improve the present aspect of affairs. It was now eleven
o'clock; P. M. Fitz and Sigurdr went to bed, while I
remained on deck to see what the night might bring forth.
It blew great guns, and the cold was perfectly intolerable;
billow upon billow of black fog came sweeping down between
the sea and sky, as if it were going to swallow up the
whole universe; while the midnight sun - now completely
blotted out - now faintly struggling through the ragged
breaches of the mist - threw down from time to time an
unearthly red-brown glare on the waste of roaring waters.
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