I sayled not without great fear into the Ice, and I observed that the Ice was violently cast against the Rockes by force of the winds, and so made a mournfull sound afarre off, as if miserable bowlings were heard there. Hereupon the Islanders thinke the soules of the damned are tormented in this Ice.
DITHMAR BLEFKINS, Purchas his Pilgrimes, XIII.