THE WORLD OF ICE. OL

hummocks and bergs cast over them, and by the pools
of clear water which shone like crystals in their
hollows, while the beautiful beryl bluc of the larger
bergs gave a delicate colouring to the dazzling scene.
Words cannot describe the intense glitter that charac-
terized everything. Every point seemed a diamond,
every edge sent forth a gleam of light, and many of
the masses reflected the rich prismatic colours of the
rainbow. It seemed as if the sun himself had been
multiplied in order to add to the excessive brilliancy,
for he was surrounded by parhelia, or sun-dogs, as
the men called them. This peculiarity in the sun’s
appearance was very striking. The great orb of day
was about ten degrees above the horizon, and a
horizontal line of white passed completely through
it, extending to a considerable distance on either
hand, while around it were two distinct halos, or
circles of light. On the inner halo were situated
the mock-suns, which were four in number—one
above and one below the sun, and one on each side
of him.

Not a breath of wind stirred the little flag that
drooped from the mizzen-peak, and the clamorous,
ceaseless cries of sea-birds, added to the merry shouts
and laughter of the men as they followed the restless
football, rendered the whole a scene of life, as it was
emphatically one of beauty.

“Ain’t it glorious?” panted Davie Summers vehe-
mently, as he stopped exhausted in a headlong race
beside one of his comrades, while the ball was kicked