A gale of wind from the north-east. It was roll, pitch and toss all night in the midst of drifting pans against which we crashed repeatedly, but the Roosevelt can stand any amount of such punishing.
Last evening our spanker jibed over breaking the boom about ten feet from the jaws. Fortunately it was trimmed in pretty well thus preventing it from smashing in through the cabin. In this wind and sea it would have made a wreck of our quarter deck.
Early this morning, Connors and the Bosun saw another bear on an ice cake apparently very much interested in our appearance, not minding in the least the icy spray dashing over him. As we were and are "laying to" under double reef foresail, jogging back and forth, endeavoring to keep clear of drift ice, we do not care to alter our course for a bear.
Our last meal of walrus hearts yesterday. We look forward now to the fresh fish of Labrador.
Jibe: When MacMillan writes that the spanker ‘jibed over’ the boom, he is describing a ‘jibe’, a nautical term for an uncontrolled swing of the sail and boom when the wind catches it from behind.