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White Wings Vol I. Fifty Years Of Sail In The New Zealand Trade, 1850 TO 1900

Only Just In Time

Only Just In Time.

"When I came on deck again in the middle watch (midnight) my little weather glass told me there was some dirty weather coming, and I tookpage 56 in some of the small sail. About four bells I caught sight in the glare of the starboard light of something that was not the wash from the lee bow. It was a huge slab of ice a few feet above the water and stretching as far into the mist as I could see! I did not take long making up my mind about it that time, but yelled to "down helm," and it was only just in time. As we slithered alongside the ice I held my breath for the "crash," but we cleared it.

"As we swung up into the wind you could have jumped from our quarter on to the ice that had so nearly been our doom. I got to work 'quick and busy' shortening sail.

"Just as day was breaking, the
This huge berg was about 40 to 50 miles long, with no visible break in it, and about 1000 feet high at the north-east end. The ship passed the south-west end of it at 9 a.m. on a Sunday, and sailed along under its lee till 4 p.m., bright sunshine and (comparatively) warm weather, at an average speed of about 5 knots. We were almost becalmed, only doing two or three knots, so I took a couple of interesting photos., one as it is shown with, the dark cliff in the foreground showing about 100 feet above the water, about twenty minutes later another photo. when this cliff was submerged nearly out of sight, showing the berg was rolling about once "there and back" in 40 to 60 minutes. When you picture there is about four-fifths of the whole berg submerged, and the whole bulk of it was apparently rolling, you can figure out what sort of a semi-circle the bottom and top edge were describing. The sun was melting it, and the water was pouring down in roaring cataracts all day long. —From a photograph and painting by H. N. Burgess.

Enormous Iceberg.

weather cleared, and a remarkable sight met our eyes. We were surrounded by bergs of all shapes and sizes. Right in our wake there were several big fellows, and how we had cleared them has always been a mystery to me. The day turned out fine, the sun shining brightly, and a fresh south-west breeze blowing, so we made sail again, and sailed amongst the bergs the whole day. At night the weather came on thick again, and so we shortened down.