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I watched my father closely, determined to remain silent until he spoke. Presently he untied the rope from his waist and, without saying a word, began working the pumps, which fortunately were not damaged, relieving the sloop of the water it had shipped in the madness of the storm. I WATCHED MY FATHER CLOSELY DETERMINED TO REMAIN SILENT TILL HE SPOKE PRESENTLY HE UNTIED THE ROPE FROM HIS WRIST AND WITHOUT SAYING A WORD BEGAN WORKING THE PUMPS WHICH FORTUNATELY WERE NOT DAMAGED WE LEAVING THE SLOOP OF THE WATER IT HAD SHIPPED IN THE MADNESS OF THE STORM
and the waves were tumbling over our counters in reckless white-sprayed fury. There was no telling what instant we should be dashed against some drifting ice-pack. The tremendous swells would heave us up to the very peaks of mountainous waves, then plunge us down into the depths of the sea's trough as if our fishing-sloop were a fragile shell. Gigantic white-capped waves, like veritable walls, fenced us in, fore and aft. This terrible nerve-racking ordeal, with its nameless horrors of suspense and agony of fear indescribable, continued for more than three hours, and all the time we were being driven forward at fierce speed. Then suddenly, as if growing weary of its frantic exertions, the wind began to lessen its fury and by degrees to die down. At last we were in a perfect calm. The fog mist had also disappeared, and before us lay an iceless channel perhaps ten or fifteen miles wide, with a few icebergs far away to our right, and an intermittent archipelago of smaller ones to the left. T AS TO BE BLINDING AND THE WAVES WERE TUMBLING OVER OUR COUNTERS IN RECKLESS WHITE SPRAYED FURY THERE WAS NO TELLING WHAT INSTANT WE SHOULD BE DASHED AGAINST SOME DRIFTING ICE PACK THE TREMENDOUS SWELLS WOULD HEAVE US UP TO THE VERY PEAKS OF MOUNTAINOUS WAVES THEN PLUNGE US DOWN INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA'S TROUGH AS IF OUR FISHING SLOPE WERE A FRAGILE SHELL GIGANTIC WHITE CAPPED WAVES LIKE VERITABLE WALLS FENCED US IN FAR AND AFT THIS TERRIBLE NERVE RACKING ORDEAL WITH ITS NAMELESS HORRORS OF SUSPENSE AND AGONY OF FEAR INDESCRIBABLE CONTINUED FOR MORE THAN THREE HOURS AND ALL THE TIME WE WERE BEING DRIVEN FORWARD AT FIERCE SPEED THEN SUDDENLY AS IF GROWING WEARY OF ITS FRANTIC EXERTIONS THE WIND BEGAN TO LESSEN THIS FURY AND BY DEGREES TO DIE DOWN AT LAST WE WERE IN A PERFECT CALM THE FOG MIST HAD ALSO DISAPPEARED AND BEFORE US LAY AN ICELESS CHANNEL PERHAPS TEN OR FIFTEEN MILES WIDE WITH A FEW ICEBERGS FAR AWAY TO OUR RIGHT AND AN INTERMITTENT DOCHIPELAGO OF SMALLER ONES TO THE LEFT
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