Mattonabbee Point, which was at least 16 miles distant, we could see through the medium of a “Mirage”, what looked like huge blocks of ice being pushed up onto the shore.
We, later, found out that this was actually happening, although we could never have seen it without the “Mirage.”
Since Jewett and I were not allowed to go on, I, at the expense of my popularity insisted on turning back, as I felt sure something terrible was happening, something which I, as yet, couldn’t understand.
At least I prevailed over the others and we turned back to Gypsum Point.
The first few miles were not too bad, but
