Letters from High Latitudes: Being Some Account of a Voyage in the Schooner Yacht "Foam," 850 M. to Iceland, Jan Mayen, & Spitzbergen, in 1856


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Seite xii - It is a strange thing, that in sea voyages, where there is nothing to be seen but sky and sea, men should make diaries; but in land-travel, wherein so much is to be observed, for the most part they omit it; as if chance were fitter to be registered than observation.
Seite 126 - ... into the air, and in a succession of jerking leaps, each higher than the last, flung their silver crests against the sky. For a few minutes the fountain held its own ; then, all at once, appeared to lose its ascending energy. The unstable waters faltered, drooped, fell, "like a broken purpose," back upon themselves, and were immediately sucked down into the recesses of their pipe.
Seite 302 - I give you an idea of the wonderful panorama in the midst of which we found ourselves VI think, perhaps, its most striking feature was the stillness — and deadness — and impassibility of this new world : ice, and rock, and water surrounded us ; not a sound of any kind interrupted the silence ; the sea did not break upon the shore ; no bird or any living thing was visible ; the midnight sun — by this time muffled in a transparent mist — shed an awful, mysterious lustre on glacier and mountain...
Seite 116 - As it lay at the furthest end of the congeries of hot springs, in order to reach it we had to run the gauntlet of all the pools of boiling water and scalding quagmires of soft clay that intervened, and consequently arrived on the spot with our ancles nicely poulticed.
Seite 119 - As he has no basin to protect him from these liberties, you can approach to the very edge of the pipe, about five feet in diameter, and look down at the boiling water which is perpetually seething at the bottom. In a few minutes the dose of turf you have just administered begins to disagree with him ; he works himself up into an awful passion — tormented by the qualms of incipient sickness he groans and hisses and boils up and spits at you with malicious vehemence, until at last, with a roar of...
Seite 65 - Justice, became thin and low, as though they reached me through a whispering tube; and when I rose to speak, it was as to an audience in another sphere, and in a language of another state of being: yet, however unintelligible to myself, I must have been in some sort understood, for at the end of each sentence, cheers, faint as the roar of waters on a far-off strand, floated towards me; and if I am to believe a report of the proceedings subsequently shown us, I must have become polyglot in my cups....
Seite 365 - Thormod, who had received a second wound as he stood in the ranks (an arrow in his side, which he breaks off at the shaft), wanders away towards a large barn, where other wounded men have taken refuge. Entering with his drawn sword in his hand, he meets one of the Bonders coming out, who says, " It is very bad there, with howling and screaming; and a great shame it is that brisk young fellows cannot bear their wounds. The King's men may have done bravely today, but truly they bear their wounds ill.
Seite 137 - A heavy low-hung, steel-coloured pall was stretched almost entirely across the heavens, except where along the flat horizon a broad stripe of opal atmosphere let the eye wander into space, in search of the pearly gateways of Paradise. On the other side rose the contorted lava mountains, their bleak heads knocking against the solid sky and stained of an inky blackness, which changed into a still more lurid tint where the local reds struggled up through the shadow that lay brooding over the desolate...
Seite 125 - The usual subterranean thunders had already commenced. A violent agitation was disturbing the centre of the pool. Suddenly a dome of water lifted itself up to the height of eight or ten feet, then burst, and fell ; immediately after which a shining liquid column, or rather a sheaf of columns wreathed in robes of vapour...
Seite 119 - ... rage, he throws up into the air a column of water forty feet high, which carries with it all the sods that have been chucked in, and scatters them, scalded , and half-digested, at your feet. So irritated has the poor thing's stomach become by the discipline it has undergone, that even long after all foreign matter has been thrown off it goes on retching and sputtering, until at last nature is exhausted, when, sobbing and sighing to itself, it sinks back into the bottom of its den.

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