9 A.M.
What astonished me was her main-sail and fore-mast square-sail -- set that calm morning ; and her screws were still , for she moved not at all . The sun was abroad like a cold spirit of light , touching the great ocean-room of floes with dazzling spots , and a tint almost of rose was on the world , as it were of a just-dead bride in her spangles and white array . The _ Boreal _ was the one little distant jet-black spot in all this purity : and upon her , as though she were Heaven , I paddled , I panted . But she was in a queerish state : by 9 A.M. I could see that . Two of the windmill arms were not there , and half lowered down her starboard beam a boat hung askew ; moreover , soon after 10 I could clearly see that her main-sail had a long rent down the middle . I could not at all make her out . She was not anchored , though a sheet-anchor hung over at the starboard cathead ; she was not moored ; and two small ice-floes , one on each side , were sluggishly bombarding her bows .