Finally the sun came up.
As its burning rays fell upon the desolate landscape, the ice gleamed and sparkled like myriads of diamonds.
A cold, bleak air was blowing against the boat; but she ran through it with the greatest of ease, and reached the water front.
“Even had we remained down below, we could not have traveled over the ice,” remarked Frank. “See there, Pomp, great chasms in the ground in some places, and insurmountable hills in other places.”
“Wha’ yo’ call dat ahead dar neah de ribber?”
“A settlement. That’s the place we are searching for.”
“An’ dar am some ships along do sho’.”
“Sure enough. Whalers, every one of them!”
“Wondah if de Red Eric am among dem?”
“That we will soon find out.”