highlight your textual support.by May Kellogg Sullivan

As our ship sailed out into Behring Sea, we were closely followed by the steamer George W. Elder, whose master, an old friend of our captain, had decided to follow in our wake, he being less familiar than the latter with Alaskan waters, and having confidence in the ability of his friend to successfully pilot both ships to Cape Nome.

At this plan all the passengers appeared pleased. We were now entering upon the most dangerous part of our voyage. No one knew what was before us. If our ship should receive serious damage from the ice floes or bergs with which we were almost sure to come in contact, it would be well if we were accompanied by a sister ship which could render assistance. If she were in trouble and we were unharmed, we could lend a helping hand to her; and so none murmured at the unique arrangement.

Nothing, however, was seen of the much dreaded ice until about noon on Sunday. The air had been steadily growing colder so that woolen clothing and fur wraps were in demand. Men thrust their hands into their pockets, or drew on gloves while they stamped their feet upon the deck to keep themselves warm in the open air. Soon to our right lay a great semicircular field of ice, looking cold, jagged, and dangerous. In the distance those having field glasses saw two clumsy, slow-moving objects which they could easily distinguish as polar bears on floating cakes of ice.

By the latter we were soon surrounded, and were obliged, slowly and cautiously, to pick our way through towards the narrowest spot, or where the nearest open water could be seen beyond. Floating ice now lay all around us, appearing only a few feet above the water; below it the bergs extended many times that distance. Sometimes they were small and loo

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highlight your textual support.by May Kellogg Sullivan

As our ship sailed out into Behring Sea, we were closely followed by the steamer George W. Elder,  whose master, an old friend of our captain, had decided to follow in our wake, he being less familiar  than the latter with Alaskan waters, and having confidence in the ability of his friend to successfully  pilot both ships to Cape Nome.

At this plan all the passengers appeared pleased. We were now entering upon the most dangerous  part of our voyage. No one knew what was before us. If our ship should receive serious damage  from the ice floes or bergs with which we were almost sure to come in contact, it would be well if  we were accompanied by a sister ship which could render assistance. If she were in trouble and we were unharmed, we could lend a helping hand to her; and so none murmured at the unique arrangement.

Nothing, however, was seen of the much dreaded ice until about noon on Sunday. The air had been  steadily growing colder so that woolen clothing and fur wraps were in demand. Men thrust their  hands into their pockets, or drew on gloves while they stamped their feet upon the deck to keep  themselves warm in the open air. Soon to our right lay a great semicircular field of ice, looking cold,  jagged, and dangerous. In the distance those having field glasses saw two clumsy, slow-moving  objects which they could easily distinguish as polar bears on floating cakes of ice.

By the latter we were soon surrounded, and were obliged, slowly and cautiously, to pick our way  through towards the narrowest spot, or where the nearest open water could be seen beyond. Floating ice now lay all around us, appearing only a few feet above the water; below it the bergs  extended many times that distance. Sometimes they were small and loo

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