THE WORLD OF ICE. 271

appearance in their eyes of a bright day. But time
wore on, and real day appeared. The red sun rose
in all its glory, showed a rim of its glowing disk above
the frozen sea, and then sank, leaving a long gladsome
smile of twilight behind. This great event happened
on the 19th of February, and would have occurred
sooner, but for the high cliffs to the southward which
intervened between the ship and the horizon.

On the day referred to, a large party was formed
to go to the top of the cliffs at Red-Snow Valley to
welcome back the sun.

“There's scarce a man left behind,” remarked Cap-
tain Guy, as they started on this truly joyous expedi-
tion.

“Only Mizzle, sir,” said Buzzby, slapping his hands
together, for the cold was intense; “he said as how
he’d stop and have dinner ready agin our return.”

There was a general laugh from the men, who knew
that the worthy cook had other reasons for not going
—namely, his shortness of wind, and his inveterate
dislike to ascend hills.

“Come, Fred,” eried Captain Ellice, who had com-
pletely recovered from his accident, “I shall be quite
jealous of your friend Singleton if you bestow so
much of your company on him. Walk with me,
sirrah, I command you, as I wish to have a chat.”

“You are unjust to me,” replied Fred, taking his
father’s arm, and falling with him a little to the rear
of the party; “Tom complains that I have quite
given him up of late.”