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and floes is musical and plain,
in the otherwise intense silence.
From time to time too there comes
to our ears the booming sound made
by fragments of ice falling from
bergs, or by bergs separating from
the great glaciers in the fjords.
Nature, for the most part, seems asleep
under this midnight sun just as
in the darkness of our nights at home,
but here and there a seal raises his
head above water for a moment or
a belated bird flies across my field
of vision, while Chum, our big
Newfoundland dog, does not know
whether to go to sleep or to play with
the men whose watch is on deck.
11:25 p.m. The sun has sunk below
the horizon, but wonderful purples,
reds and yellows still come from