40 THE WORLD OF ICE.

Such were the Dolphin and her erew, and merrily
they bowled along over the broad Atlantie with
favouring winds, and without meeting with anything
worthy of note until they neared the coast of Green-
land.

One fine morning, just as the party in the cabin
had finished breakfast, and were dallying with the
last few morsels of the repast, as men who have
more leisure than they desire are wont to do, there
was a sudden shock felt, and a slight tremor passed
through the ship as if something had struck her.

“Ha!” exclaimed Captain Guy, finishing his cup of
chocolate, “there goes the first bump.”

“Tee ahead, sir,” said the first mate, lookine down
the skylight.

“Ts there much?” asked the captain, rising and
taking down a small telescope from the hook on
which it usually hung.

“Not much, sir—only a stream; but there is an icc-
blink right ahead all along the horizon.”

“ How’s her head, Mr. Bolton ?”

“Nor’-west and by north, six.”

Before this brief conversation came to a close, Fred
Kllice and Tom Singleton sprang up the companion lad-
der, and stood on the deck gazing ahead with feelings
of the deepest interest. Both youths were well read in
the history of Polar Seas and Regions; they were well
acquainted, by name at least, with floes, and bergs, and
hummocks of ice, but neither of them had seen such
in reality. These objects were associated in their