so hot, that “it would scald a fowl,” in which the crew bathed freely.  At this place, Hudson discovered signs of a turbulent and mutinous disposition in his crew.  The chief plotter seems to have been Robert Juet, the mate.  Before reaching Iceland, Juet had remarked to one of the crew, that there would be bloodshed before the voyage was over; and he was evidently at that time contriving some mischief.  While the ship was at anchor in this bay, a circumstance occurred, which gave Juet an opportunity to commence his intrigues.  It is thus narrated by Pricket.

“At Iceland, the surgeon and he (Henry Greene) fell out in Dutch, and he beat him ashore in English, which set all the company in a rage, so that we had much ado to get the surgeon aboard.  I told the master of it, but he bade me let it alone; for, said he, the surgeon had a tongue that would wrong the best friend he had.  But Robert Juet, the master’s mate, would needs burn his finger in the embers, and told the carpenter a long tale, when he was drunk, that our master had brought in Greene to crack his credit that should displease him; which words came to the master’s ears, who, when he understood it, would have gone back to Iceland, when he was forty leagues from thence, to have sent home his mate, Robert Juet, in a fisherman.  But, being otherwise persuaded, all was well.  So Henry Greene stood upright, and very inward with the master, and was a serviceable man every way for manhood; but for religion, he would say, he was clean paper, whereon he might write what he would.”

He sailed from Iceland on the 1st of June, and for several days Juet continued to instigate the crew to mutiny, persuading them to put the ship about and return to England.  This, as we have seen, came to the knowledge of Hudson, and he threatened to send Juet back, but was finally pacified.  In a few days he made the coast of Greenland, which appeared very mountainous, the hills rising like sugar loaves, and covered with snow.  But the ice was so thick all along the shore, that it was found impossible to land.  He therefore steered for the south of Greenland, where he encountered great numbers of whales.  Two of these monsters passed under the ship, but did no harm; for which the journalist was devoutly thankful.  Having doubled the southern point of Greenland, he steered northwest, passed in sight of Desolation Island, in the neighborhood of which he saw a huge island or mountain of ice, and continued northwest till the latter part of June, when he came in sight of land bearing north, which he supposed to be an island set down in his chart in the northerly part of Davis’s Strait.  His wish was to sail along the western coast of this island, and thus get to the north of it; but adverse winds and the quantities of ice which he encountered every day, prevented him.