ation of the storm. In

[Dugo Sibley]

 not make out the looked for ship. "We cannot now be far off from her,"
observed Andrew, "for we have steered too straight a course to pass by
her. Archy, you have the sharpest eyes among us, can't you make her out,
lad?" "Yes, yes, I see her," he suddenly exclaimed; "but her deck seems
to be housed in, and snow covers the roof, and I took it to be a low
iceberg. Now I can make out the masts and rigging rising above it--she
cannot be more than a mile away." "Cheer up, friends, we will soon reach
her then," cried Andrew. "If we were to give a hearty shout, those on
board would hear us." "I hope they may, and send us help," exclaimed
Saunders, "for here come the bears, and they will be upon us in another
minute." On hearing this Andrew unslung his rifle, and turning round,
observed a large white animal, scarcely to be distinguished from the
snow, not forty paces off, stealing towards them. To fly towards the
ship, close as they were to her, would have invited the bears to pursue
at a faster speed. Facing their foes, they halted, as they proposed--the
bears stopped also, sitting down on their haunches to watch their
proceedings. "Archy, run on, and shout as you go--the watch on deck may
hear you, and assistance may be sent to us in case we fail to beat off
the bears." Archy ran on as he was directed. At length he got the ship
clearly in sight, but still she seemed a long, long way off. He stopped,
however, and shouted with all his might. No reply came, but he heard
behind him a cry, and then a shot fired. He knew
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