Fast and far they flew from the stormy glory in the west, lighting up the pale surfaces of cloud, and tinging the grey waters of that majestic sea with a lurid hue of blood.

They kissed the bellying sails, and seemed to rest upon the vessel's lofty trucks, and then travelled on and away, and away, through the great empyrean of space till they broke and vanished upon the horizon's rounded edge.

There behind them--miles behind--Kerguelen Land reared its fierce cliffs against the twilight sky.

Clear and desolate they towered in an unutterable solitude, and on their snowy surfaces the sunbeams beat coldly as the warm breath of some human passion beating on Aphrodite's marble breast.
Augusta gazed upon those drear cliffs that had so nearly proved her monumental pile and shuddered.

It was as a hideous dream.
And then the dark and creeping shadows of the night threw their veils around and over them, and they vanished.