m Hubbell immediately put on a heavy pea-jacket with
silver buttons, for as soon as the vessel should sail upon the surface
of the sea he would be in command.

When the dripping Dipsey rose from the waters of the arctic regions, it
might have been supposed that the people on board of her were emerging
into a part of the world where they felt perfectly at home. Cape Tariff,
to which they were bound, was a hundred miles away, and was itself a
lonely spot, often inaccessible in severe weather, and they must make a
long and hazardous voyage from it before they could reach their homes;
but by comparison with the absolutely desolate and mysterious region
they had left, any part of the world where there was a possibility of
meeting with other human beings seemed familiar and homelike.

But when the Dipsey was again upon the surface of the ocean, when the
light of day was shining unobstructed upon the bold form of Captain
Hubbell as he strode upon the upper deck--being careful not to stand
still lest his shoes should freeze fast to the planks beneath him--the
party on board were not so-well satisfied as they expected to be. There
was a great wind blowing, and the waves were rolling high. Not far away,
on their starboard bow, a small iceberg, tossing like a disabled ship,
was surging towards them, impelled by a biting blast from the east, and
the sea was so high that sometimes the spray swept over the deck of the
vessel, making it impossible for Captain Hubbell and the others with him
to keep dry.

Still the captain kept his post and roared out his orders, still the
Dipsey pressed forward against wind and wave. Her engines were strong,
her electric gills were folded close to her sides, and she seemed to
feel herself able to contend against the storm, and in this point she
was heartily seconded by her captain.

But the other people on board soon began to have ideas of a different
kind. It seemed to all of them, including the officers, that this
vessel, not built to encounter very heavy weather, was in danger, and
even if she should be able to successfully ride out the storm, their
situation must continue to be a very unpleasant one. The Dipsey pitched
and tossed and rolled and shook herself, and it was the general opinion,
below decks, that the best thing for her to do would be to sink into
the quiet depths below the surface, where she was perfectly at home, and
proceed on her voyage to Cape Tariff in the submarine fashion to