The roar of the seas as they struck its base sounded high above the din of the storm.

Great sheets of foam were thrown up to a vast height, and the turmoil of the water from the reflux of the waves was so great that the Dragon was tossed upon it like a cock-boat, and each man had to grasp at shroud or bulwark to retain his footing.
Suddenly a cheer burst from end to end of the ship.

Beyond the headland a great gap was visible a quarter of a mile wide, as if the cliffs had been rent in sunder by some tremendous convulsion, and a fiord was seen stretching away in the bosom of the hills as far as the eye could reach.

The Dragon's head was turned, and soon she was flying before the wind up the inlet.

A mile farther and the fiord widened to a lake some two miles across between steep hills clothed from foot to summit with trees.
Its course was winding and they were soon sheltered from the gale and were gliding quietly over comparatively tranquil water.