Sunday, July 3d, the breeze continued strong, the air exceedingly chilly, and the thermometer low.  In the course of the day we saw several icebergs of different sizes, but none so near as the one which we saw the day before.  Some of them, as well as we could judge, at the distance at which we were, must have been as large as that, if not larger.  At noon we were in latitude 55 12’ south, and supposed longitude 89 5’ west.  Toward night the wind hauled to the southward, and headed us off our course a little, and blew a tremendous gale; but this we did not mind, as there was no rain nor snow, and we were already under close sail.

Monday, July 4th.  This was ``Independence Day’’ in Boston.  What firing of guns, and ringing of bells, and rejoicings of all sorts, in every part of our country!  The ladies (who have not gone down to Nahant, for a breath of cool air and sight of the ocean) walking the streets with parasols over their heads, and the dandies in their white pantaloons and silk stockings!  What quantities of ice-cream have been eaten, and how many loads of ice brought into the city from a distance, and sold out by the lump and the pound!  The smallest of the islands which we saw to-day would have made the fortune of poor Jack, if he had had it in Boston; and I dare say he would have had no objection to being there with it.  This, to be sure, was no place to keep the Fourth of July.  To keep ourselves warm, and the ship out of the ice, was as much as we could do.  Yet no one forgot the day; and many were the wishes and conjectures and comparisons, both serious and ludicrous, which were made among all hands.  The sun shone bright as long as it was up, only that a scud of black clouds was ever and anon driving across it.  At noon we were in lat. 54 27’ S., and lon. 85 5’ W., having made a good deal of easting, but having lost in our latitude by the heading off of the wind.  Between daylight and dark—­ that is, between nine o’clock and three—­ we saw thirty-four ice islands of various sizes; some no bigger than the hull of our vessel, and others apparently nearly as large as the one that we first saw; though, as we went on, the islands became smaller and more numerous; and, at sundown of this day, a man at the mast-head saw large tracts of floating ice, called ``field-ice,’’ at the southeast.  This kind of ice is much more dangerous than the large islands, for those can be seen at a distance, and kept away from; but the field-ice, floating in great quantities, and covering the ocean for miles and miles, in pieces of every size,—­ large, flat, and broken cakes, with here and there an island rising twenty and thirty feet, and as large as the ship’s hull,—­ this it is very difficult to sheer clear of.  A constant lookout was necessary; for many of these pieces, coming with the heave of the sea, were large enough to have knocked a hole in the ship, and that would have been the end of us; for no boat (even if we could have got one out) could have