It was through such ice and in such a region as I have just described that we were now to make our way as best we could. Winds were not so much what we desired, as clear water; and the movements of the vast bodies that opened and shut, apparently at pleasure, and as if by some mighty agency, were to be watched by us before aught else. It was agreed what we should proceed in company with the “Felix:” we should help one another in case of need, and at least have the pleasure of one another's company.

About six p. m., while Sir John Ross, Commander Phillips, and ourselves, were in the cabin of the “Prince Albert,” enjoying an agreeable evening, it was reported that the “Felix” was making a stir, and that the fog was clearing away. A clear lead had been seen to the north-west by the ice-masters; and more water was visible beyond it. No time was, therefore, lost. Sail was made on each ship, and, leaving the friendly floe, to which we had been fast, we both stood away; first to the south-east, to clear some small bergs, and then in the opposite direction. Sir John Ross, as senior in rank, age, and experience, took the lead, we keeping at some small distance behind; but it was soon discovered that in sailing qualities we were infinitely superior. The weather brightened considerably, and it became a beautiful clear evening, with a moderate breeze from the north-east and north.