We were about half a mile from the shore; and after breakfast, having nothing better to do, fell to examining it with our glasses.

Shelving ledges rose up, terrace on terrace, into dark mountains, back two and three miles from the sea.

The whole landscape seemed made up of water, granite, and ice.

The black, leathern lichens added to the gloomy aspect of the shore-rocks, on which the waves were beating--forever beating--with sullen plashings.

Terrible must be the aspect of this coast in winter.