The whole of the bay ice had evidently gone out together, taking the ship with it, and the bay had then neatly frozen over again.
Moreover, within our memory no man has been thus adrift on the bay ice.
A friend, returning from an island, was jogging quietly along on the bay ice, when his team suddenly went wild.
At my left was Chinik Creek, pouring its rushing waters out over the bay ice with a cheerful, rapid roaring.
This was not bay ice such as had been encountered off the eastern coast of Labrador, but the adamantine product of the Arctic.
There were twenty miles of bay ice ahead; the dogs were footsore and lean; the komatik was overflowing—it was out of the question.
A collection of pieces of drift or bay ice, joining each other in a ridge following in the line of current.
That night Rae was happy to see flying across the bay ice several dog-sledges with triumphant Mistegan in the lead.
On days when there was a fair breeze it was great fun sailing an old sledge over the bay ice.
The Maid of the North, it will be understood, lay in bay ice, and all the ice to the south of her was bay ice.