ong silence. Both youths had a desire to continue
the conversation, and yet each felt an unaccountable reluctance to renew
it. Neither of them distinctly understood that the natural heart is
enmity against God, and that, until he is converted by the Holy Spirit,
man neither loves to think of his Maker, nor to speak of him.

While they sat thus musing, a breeze dimmed the surface of the sea, and
the _Dolphin_, which had hitherto lain motionless in one of the numerous
canals, began slowly to advance between the islands of ice. The breeze
freshened, and rendered it impossible to avoid an occasional collision
with the floating masses; but the good ship was well armed for the
fight, and, although she quivered under the blows, and once or twice
recoiled, she pushed her way through the pack gallantly. In the course
of an hour or two they were once more in comparatively clear water.

Suddenly there came a cry from the crow's-nest: "There she blows!"

Instantly every man in the ship sprang to his feet as if he had received
an electric shock.

"Where away?" shouted the captain.

"On the lee-bow, sir," replied the look-out.

From a state of comparative quiet and repose the ship was now thrown
into a condition of the utmost animation, and, apparently, unmeaning
confusion. The sight of a whale acted on the spirits of the men like
wild-fire.

"There she blows!" sang out the man at the mast-head again.

"Are we keeping right for her!" asked the captain.

"Keep her away a bit; steady!" replied the look-out.

"Steady it is!" answered the man at the wheel.

"Call all hands and get the boats out, Mr Bolton," said the captain.

"All hands ahoy!" shouted the mate in a tempestuous voice, while the men
rushed to their respective stations. "Boat-steerers, get your boats
ready."

"Ay, ay, sir!"

"There go flukes!" cried the look-out as the whale dived and tossed its
flukes, that is its tail, in the air, not more than a mile on the
lee-bow; "she's heading right for the ship."

"Down with the helm!" roared the captain. "Mr Bolton, brace up the
mizzen top-sail! Hoist and swing the boats! Lower away!"

In another moment three boats struck the water, and their respective
crews tumbled tumultuously into them. Fred and Singleton sprang into
the stern-sheets of the captain's boat, just as it pushed off, and in
less than five minutes the three boats were bounding over the sea in the
direction of the whale like race-horses.