86 LIFE AMONG THE ICEBERGS.

 

About the middle of June he entered
Davis’ Straits, with his company. They
had not been in the latitude many days,
before they counted more than fifty ice-
bergs. Do you know what an iceberg
is, my friend? It is an immense mass
of floating ice and snow, as large as
many of the hills you see in the coun-
try. Sometimes very large icebergs are
seen floating in the water, which cover
a great many acres. Captain Parry
tells us that the waves dashed against
those he saw, with such fury, as to
throw up the spray more than a hundred
feet; and every time a wave struck one