ves to make a good end of their hopeless lives, when in the
lift of the fog the master saw an opening in the coast, and got into
it, and his ship rode safely on a quick tide down the fiord called
Seydis fiord.

There the same night they dropped anchor in a good sound, and went
instantly to prayer, to praise God for His delivery of them, and Adam
called the haven where they moored, "The Harbor of Good Providence."
So with cheerful spirits, thinking themselves indifferently safe,
they sought their births, and so ended the first part of their peril
in God's mercy and salvation.

But the storm that had driven them into their place of refuge drove
their dread enemy after them, and in the night, while they lay in the
first sleep of four days, the ice encompassed them and crushed them
against the rocks. The blow struck Adam out of a tranquil rest, and
he thought nothing better than that he was awakening for another
world. All hands were called to the pumps, for the master still
thought the ship was staunch and might be pushed along the coast by
the shoulders with crows of iron, and thus ride out to sea. But
though they worked until the pumps sucked, it was clear that the poor
vessel was stuck fast in the ice, and that she must soon get her
death-wound. So, at break of day, the master and crew, with Adam
Fairbrother, took what they could carry of provisions and clothes,
and clambered ashore, leaving the ship to her fate.

It was a bleak and desolate coast they had landed upon, with never a
house in sight, never a cave that they might shelter in, or a stone
that would cover them against the wind; with nothing around save the
bare face of a broad fell, black and lifeless, strewn over with small
light stones sucked full of holes like the honeycomb, but without
trees, or bush, or grass, or green moss. And there they suffered more
privations than it is needful to tell, waiting for the ice to break,
looking on at its many colors of blue, and purple, and emerald green,
and yellow, and its many strange and wonderful shapes, resembling
churches, and castles, and spires, and turrets, and cities, all
ablaze in the noonday sun.

They built themselves a rude hut of the stones like pumice, and,
expecting the dissolution of the ice, they kept watch on their ship,
which itself looked like an iceberg frozen into a ship's shape. And
meantime some of their company suffered very sorely. Though the year
was not yet far advanced towards winter,