Letters from High Latitudes: Being Some Account of a Voyage in the Schooner Yacht "Foam," 85 O.M., to Iceland, Jan Mayen, & Spitzbergen, in 1856 (Google eBook)
J. Murray, 1857 - Arctic regions - 425 pages
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Page 309 - The prospect was most extensive and grand. A " fine sheltered bay was seen to the east of us, an arm " of the same on the north-east, and the sea whose " glassy surface was unruffled by a breeze, formed an " immense expanse on the west; the icebergs rearing " their proud crests almost to the tops of
Page 212 - of grey suddenly split asunder, and I beheld through the gap—thousands of feet overhead as if suspended in the crystal sky—a cone of illuminated snow. You can imagine my delight. It was really that of an anchorite catching a glimpse of the seventh heaven. There at last was the long sought for mountain actually tumbling down
Page 301 - size of a cathedral, thunder down into the sea from a height of 400 feet; frequently during our stay in Spitzbergen we ourselves observed specimens of these ice avalanches; and scarcely an hour passed without the solemn silence of the bay being disturbed by the thunderous boom resulting from similar catastrophes occurring in adjacent valleys.
Page 306 - in the black moss at his feet, there lay a grey deal coffin falling almost to pieces with age; the lid was gone— blown off probably by the wind—and within were stretched the bleaching bones of a human skeleton. A rude cross at the head of the grave still stood partially upright, and a
Page 116 - 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. But the occasion justified
Page 215 - with a leap like that of Niagara one of these glaciers plunges down into the sea,—the eye, no longer able to take in its fluvial character, was content to rest in simple astonishment at what then appeared a lucent precipice of greygreen ice, rising to the height of several hundred feet above the masts of the vessel. As soon as
Page 297 - after having been eleven days at sea, we came to an anchor in the silent haven of English Bay, Spitzbergen. And now, how shall I give you an idea of the wonderful panorama in the midst of which we found ourselves? I think, perhaps, its most striking feature was the stillness—and