“No, I think not. I’m all right, but I can’t see any ice.”
“Try again. There, straight away where the sea shines in the sunlight.”
“N–no,” said Steve; “I can see the waves breaking and sparkling miles away.”
“No, sir; you couldn’t see the waves breaking and sparkling miles away on a day like this. What you see is ice.”
“What, an iceberg? I thought that would be like an island.”
“No, sir; a bit or two of floe ice going to the south’ard.”
“Yes, I see now; but how big are these pieces?”
“Ten or a dozen feet out of the water, and perhaps a hundred feet long.”
“But what do you mean by floe ice?”
“The ice of the sea frozen.”