The glimpses which we caught through the dusky mass were highly interesting; jagged points, cones of snow, blue glaciers, strong outlines, marked on a lurid sky, were seen at different distances and heights.

In the midst of such scenery we anchored at Cape Turn, close to Mount Sarmiento, which was then hidden in the clouds.

At the base of the lofty and almost perpendicular sides of our little cove there was one deserted wigwam, and it alone reminded us that man sometimes wandered into these desolate regions.

But it would be difficult to imagine a scene where he seemed to have fewer claims or less authority.

The inanimate works of nature--rock, ice, snow, wind, and water, all warring with each other, yet combined against man--here reigned in absolute sovereignty.
JUNE 9, 1834.
In the morning we were delighted by seeing the veil of mist gradually rise from Sarmiento, and display it to our view.