"A shift of the wind began driving smoke down the bogey stovepipe into the cabin. In some infernal way the spankers forced that smoke to flood the cabin with strangling fumes. I had to retreat up on deck. The cold was sharpening, new "sish" forming. Turrs flapped heavily away - ungainly black and white birds , fat-bodied and heavy of flight, with legs wide-sprangling as they laboured to rise from open leads or took fearful slides as they tried to land on new ice."
The above is an excerpt from Vikings of the Ice, being the log of a Tenderfoot on the Great Newfoundland Seal Hunt, by George Allan England, originally published in 1924.
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