"I was shot
Into a ridge of what they call a floe.
The smaller kind of ice-field is called by the northern whale-fishers "a floe,"—the name is probably of very ancient date.
"The dwarfs, deliver'd, kneel, and pull their noses.
A salutation still in vogue among certain tribes of the Esquimaux.
NOTES TO BOOK X.
A second Sun his lurid front uprears!