We therefore steamed back 3 or 4 miles outside the margin of the pack and came to anchor in 15 fathoms. About 9 P.M. the ice began to drift against us from the S.W. and compelled us to steam back a few miles farther. Before turning we fired a cannon to wake the Wrangel echoes and notify any inhabitants that might chance to be within hearing distance of our presence. The sunrise at 1:30 was striking this morning, red rays across dark bars of cloud edged with glowing crimson to the N.E. of the farthest cape, the land with mountains and hills and inlets and retreating valleys in deep blue, the ice white and gray and with deep shadows to sunward, pale yellow on the faces turned to the sun. Most of the sky dark clouded, but clouds high. The land was tousled and distorted wildly at times, now here, now there, by refraction. Most of the time, however, it was well seen. Four bears were seen in the morning, one at his breakfast on a seal. His head was red with blood, also shoulders. He would roll at times, as if trying to rub the blood off, and turn now and then to look at us. They show great curiosity, push
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