On Sundays, under the tropic sun or in the ash-colored light of the northern heavens, the boatswain would read the Bible.

The men would listen thoughtfully with uncovered heads.
The women had dressed themselves in black with lace headdress and mittened hands.
He went to Newfoundland to load codfish.

There is where the warm current from the Gulf of Mexico meets that from the Poles.

In the meeting of these two marine rivers the infinitesimal little beings that the gulf stream drags thither die, suddenly frozen to death, and a rain of minute corpses descends across the waters.

The cod gather there to gorge themselves on this manna which is so abundant that a great part of it, freed from their greedy jaws, drops to the bottom like a snowstorm of lime.
In Iceland (the _Ultima Thule_ of the ancients), they showed Ulysses bits of wood that the equatorial current had brought thither from the Antilles.