I remember having seen a mountain, first from the Beagle Channel, where the whole sweep from the summit to the base was full in view, and then from Ponsonby Sound across several successive ridges; and it was curious to observe in the latter case, as each fresh ridge afforded fresh means of judging of the distance, how the mountain rose in height.
Before reaching Port Famine, two men were seen running along the shore and hailing the ship.

A boat was sent for them.

They turned out to be two sailors who had run away from a sealing-vessel, and had joined the Patagonians.

These Indians had treated them with their usual disinterested hospitality.

They had parted company through accident, and were then proceeding to Port Famine in hopes of finding some ship.