The Frozen Deep

“The date is between twenty and thirty years ago. The place is an English sea-port. The time is night. And the business of the moment is — dancing. The Mayor and Corporation of the town are giving a grand ball, in celebration of the departure of an Arctic expedition from their port. The ships of the expedition are two in number — the Wanderer and the Sea-mew. They are to sail (in search of the Northwest Passage) on the next day, with the morning tide.”