always possible:  in the early part of the storm, the rudder of the Erebus was so much damaged as to be no longer of any use; and about the same time, I was informed by signal that the Terror’s was completely destroyed, and nearly torn away from the stern-post.  We had hoped that, as we drifted deeper into the pack, we should get beyond the reach of the tempest; but in this we were mistaken.  Hour passed away after hour without the least mitigation of the awful circumstances in which we were placed.  Indeed, there seemed to be but little probability of our ships holding together much longer, so frequent and violent were the shocks they sustained.  The loud, crashing noise of the straining and working of the timbers and decks, as she was driven against some of the heavier pieces, which all the activity and exertions of our people could not prevent, was sufficient to fill the stoutest heart, that was not supported by trust in Him, who controls all events, with dismay.

At two P.M. the storm gained its height, when the barometer stood at 28.40 inches, and, after that time, began to rise.  Although we had been forced many miles deeper into the pack, we could not perceive that the swell had at all subsided, our ships still rolling and groaning amid the heavy fragments of crushing bergs, over which the ocean rolled its mountainous waves, throwing huge masses one upon another, and then again burying them deep beneath its foaming waters, dashing and grinding them together with fearful violence.  The awful grandeur of such a scene can neither be imagined nor described, for less can the feelings of those who witnessed it be understood.  Each of us secured our hold, waiting the issue with resignation to the will of Him who alone could preserve us, and bring us safely through this extreme danger; watching with breathless anxiety the effect of each succeeding collision, and the vibrations of the tottering masts, expecting every moment to see them give way, without our having the power to make an effort to save them.

Although the force of the wind had somewhat diminished by four o’clock, yet the squalls came on with unabated violence, laying the ship over on her broadside, and threatening to blow the storm-sails to pieces; fortunately they were quite new, or they never could have withstood such terrific gusts.  At this time, the Terror was so close to us, that, when she rose to the top of one wave, the Erebus was on the top of that next to leeward of her; the deep chasm between them filled with heavy rolling masses; and, as the ships descended into the hollow between the waves, the main-topsail yard of each could be seen just level with the crest of the intervening wave, from the deck of the other:  from this, some idea may be formed of the height of the waves, as well as of the perilous situation of our ships.  The night now began to draw on, and cast its gloomy mantle over the appalling scene, rendering our condition, if possible, more