and woolly white. We have seen so little sunshine since setting out on this cruise that what we call a bright sunny day has come to mean any day that has bits of blue sky and blinks of cool tempered light. Last evening the sunset on St. L. mountains and hills was beautiful. The snow richly flushed with alpine purple – the first effect of the kind have seen hereabouts. About seven o’clock, fearing that we might be hemmed in by the ice, weighed anchor and pushed through a mile or so of heavy pack and got into open water and put the ship on her course for Plover Bay for coal, furs, and to beach the ship to repair the rudder. This is our third attempt to get into that harbor. The largest ice-blocks are in this pack about 100 ft. dia. and 1...