the steam yacht _Whitebear_, while close to the shore, was
beset by ice, so that she could neither advance nor retreat.
Everywhere, as far as the eye could reach, the sea was covered with
hummocks and bergs and fields of ice, so closely packed that there was
not a piece of open water to be seen, with the exception of one small
basin a few yards ahead of the lead or lane of water in which the vessel
had been imprisoned.

"No chance of escaping from this, I fear, for a long time," said Alf
Vandervell to his brother, as they stood near the wheel, looking at the
desolate prospect.

"It seems quite hopeless," said Leo, with, however, a look of confidence
that ill accorded with his words.

"I do believe we are frozen in for the winter," said Benjy Vane, coming
up at the moment.

"There speaks ignorance," said the Captain, whose head appeared at the
cabin hatchway. "If any of you had been in these regions before, you
would have learned that nothing is so uncertain as the action of pack
ice. At one time you may be hard and fast, so that you couldn't move an
inch. A few hours after, the set of the currents may loosen the pack,
and open up lanes of water through which you may easily make your
escape. Sometimes it opens up so as to leave almost a clear sea in a
few hours."

"But it is pretty tight packed just now, father, and looks wintry-like,
doesn't it?" said Benjy in a desponding tone.

"Looks! boy, ay, but things are not what they seem hereaway. You saw
four mock-suns round the real one yesterday, didn't you? and the day
before you saw icebergs floating in the air, eh?"

"True, father, but these appearances were deceptive, whereas this ice,
which looks so tightly packed, is a reality."

"That is so, lad, but it is not set fast for the winter, though it looks
like it. Well, doctor," added the Captain, turning towards a tall
cadaverous man who came on deck just then with the air and tread of an
invalid, "how goes it with you? Better, I hope?"

He asked this with kindly interest as he laid his strong hand on the
sick man's shoulder; but the doctor shook his head and smiled sadly.

"It is a great misfortune to an expedition, Captain, when the doctor
himself falls sick," he said, sitting down on the skylight with a sigh.

"Come, come, cheer up, doctor," returned the Captain, heartily, "don't
be cast down; we'll all turn doctors for the occasion, and nurse you
well in spite of yourself."

"I'll keep up all he