Journal Makay 1960 Page 25 Unconscious. The pup did not die as readily + required a second blow. I walked back to the weasel + shoved it to the seal, backed it in position to pull the seal to shore. Before putting the rope on I decided to get a total length measurement. I gave Alan the end of the tape + held at the head of the seal, went one + grabbed a flipper, saying something like "Get straighten" out "when the ice began to tremble + there was a roaring sound behind me. I turned + saw the tall berg which must be 100 feet tall crumbling + falling to pieces before me. Colin said "The berg is rolling over" but the same thought had already entered my mind. The next impression I had in of a great dome of water mushroomed up to 30-35 feet in height. I was still standing, rooted my mind racing. We were standing next to our weasel. The weasel would not float. The mountain of water suggested that a wave might sweep over the ice or that the shock wave might crumble the ice ahead so + pulverize it. In the case the weasel would at least be a temporary refuge- we could not outrun the water either.