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Title: A yacht voyage. Letters from high latitudes; being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam," to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Dufferin and Ava, Frederick Temple Blackwood, Marquis of, 1826-1902
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Publisher: New York, J. W. Lovell co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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to get a sight of the sun at a particular moment of theday : this moment is noon. When, therefore, twelve oclockcame, and one could not so much as guess in what quarterof the heavens he might be \\\xigpe?du.^ you may suppose Ialmost despaired. Ten minutes passed. It was evidentwe were doomed to remain, kicking our heels for anotherfour-and-twenty hours where we were. No !—yes !—no !By Phoebus ! there he is ! A faint spongy spot of brightnessgleamed through the grey roof overhead. The indistinctoutline grew a little clearer; one-half of him, though stillbehind a cloud, hardened into a sharp edge. Up went thesextant. * 52.43 ! (or whatever it was) I shouted to Mr.
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XI.) DANGERO US NA VIGA TIO N. 227 Wyse. 52.41, my Lord ! cried he, in return ; there wasonly the discrepancy of a mile between us. We had gotthe altitude ; the sun might go to bed for good and all nowwe did not care,—we knew our position to an inch. Therehad been an error of something like forty miles in our deadreckoning, in consequence—as I afterwards found—of acurrent that sets to the northward, along the west coast ofNorway, with a velocity varying from one to three miles anhour. The island upon which we had so nearly run wasRoost. We were still nearly 200 miles from our port. Turn the hands up ! Make sail ! and away we wentagain in the same course as before, at the rate of ten knotsan hour. The girls at home have got hold of the tow-rope, I think,my Lord, said Mr. Wyse, as we bounded along over thethundering seas. By three oclock* next day we were up with Vigten ; andnow a very nasty piece of navigation began. In order tomake the northern entrance of the Throndhjem Fiord,

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