There are several head-lands, but none project far enough to form harbors behind them.

The bottom furnishes good anchoring ground, but the bay is quite open to southerly winds.
Captain Lund dropped his chin to his breast and slept soundly.
Anossoff raised his coat collar and drew in his head like a tortoise returning into his shell, but with all his efforts he did not sleep.

I was wakeful and found that time dragged slowly.

The light-house had no light and needed none, as the darkness was far from profound.

In approaching the mouth of the river we discovered a cluster of buildings, and close at hand two beacons, like crosses, marking the direction of the channel.
There was a little surf breaking along the beach as our keel touched the ground.