Its coast-line was only hinted at in our chart.

From all of which we could argue that the inhabitants were as inhospitable as the little of their land we could see.
The _Sparwehr_ drove in bow-on upon a cliff.

There was deep water to its sheer foot, so that our sky-aspiring bowsprit crumpled at the impact and snapped short off.

The foremast went by the board, with a great snapping of rope-shrouds and stays, and fell forward against the cliff.
I have always admired old Johannes Maartens.

Washed and rolled off the high poop by a burst of sea, we were left stranded in the waist of the ship, whence we fought our way for'ard to the steep-pitched forecastle- head.