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Delayed by Icebergs.

At the time of our visit to Haenke island, the entire surface of Disenchantment bay and all of Yakutat bay as far southward as we could see formed one vast field of floating ice. Most of the bergs were small, but here and there rose masses which measured 150 by 200 feet on their sides and stood 40 or 50 feet out of the water. The bergs are divided, in reference to color, into fame classesthe white, the blue, and the black. The white ones are those that have fallen from the face of the ice-walls or those that have been sufficiently exposed ‘to the atmosphere to become melted at the surface and filled with air cavities. The blue bergs are of many shades and tints, finding their nearest match in color in Antwerp blue. These are the ones that have recently risen from the submerged ice-foot, or have turned over owing to a change of position in the center of gravity. Rapid as is the melting of the ice when exposed to the air, it seems to liquefy even more quickly when submerged. The changes thus produced finally cause the bergs to reverse their positions in the water. This is clone without the slightest warning, and is one of the greatest dangers to be guarded against while canoeing among them. The white color presented by the majority of the bergs is changed to blue when they become stranded, and the surf breaks over them and dissolves away their porous surfaces. A few of the bergs are black in color, owing to the dirt and stones that they carry on their surfaces or frozen in their mass. Quantities of dobris are thus floated away from the tide-water glaciers and strewn over the bottoms of the adjacent inlets. This digression may be wearisome, but one cannot stand on Haenke island without wishing to know all the secrets of the great ice-streams that flow silently before him. Returning from our commanding station at the summit of the island to where we left our canoe, we were surprised and not a little startled to find that the tide had run out and left the strand between our canoe and the water completely blocked with huge fragments of ice. There was no way left for us to launch our canoe except by cutting away and leveling off the ice with our axe, so as to form a trail over which we could drag it to the water. This we did, and then, poising the canoe on a low flat berg, half of which extended. beneath the water, I took my place in it with paddle in hand, while Christie and Crumback, waiting for the moment when a large wave rolled in, launched the canoe far out in the surf. By the vigorous use of my paddle Y succeeded in reaching smooth water and brought the canoe close under the cliff forming th.e southern side of the cove, where the men were able to drop in as a wave rolled under us.

I don’t know where she is and I love her to pieces. Her name is Bubble - please if you know where she is inbox me! Most likely around the Greenwich/Stamford area in CT or anywhere in NY at most 30-ish minutes away.

literarycats:

The I Could Pee on This Cat Photo Contest

We’re searching for literary cats—bookstore residents, casual readers, or bookshelf regulars! Tag a photo of a literary cat you love on Twitter, Tumblr, or Instagram with the hashtag #literarycat between 8/17-9/25 and you’ll be automatically entered for a chance to win!

Prizes:

• Three winning photos will be featured on the Chronicle Books Tumblr. The winners will also score a signed copy of I Could Pee on This and a georgesf.com gift certificate.

Click here for the Official Rules!

onesmallfire:

It’s so cold in the apartment, they’ve made a kitty pretzel.
Get a room, Kitty Pretzel. (Taken with Instagram)

ODIE!!! The best boy in the whole world!!!

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[He reminds us of our own cat, so we don’t doubt Odie is a strong contender for “best.” — Ed.]

aimee-b-loved:

WHAT THE FUCK, INTERNET?!

WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME THAT SAND CATS WERE A THING? I THOUGHT YOU ASSHOLES WERE ALL OVER THE LATEST CUTE, FUZZY ANIMALS?!?

chan-chan:

Mazzy Cat has started refusing to drink from her own water dish. Instead, she drinks out of a mason jar with an avocado seed sprouting in it. There are four jars on the hearth with sprouting avocados, and she only drinks out of one in particular.

Animals are so weird.

talesfromthecrypt:

And I get to hang out with this cat!