Half an hour's climbing took us to the brown, weather-beaten summit of the peak.

From this point eleven small islands were in sight, none of them more than a few miles in extent; and, at a distance of seven or eight leagues, the high mountains of the northern main, their tops white with snow, with glittering glaciers extending down the valleys,--the source of icebergs.

There was a strong current of air across the crest of the peak.

Sweeping down from the wintry mountains, it made us shiver.

The sea was shimmering in the sun, and lay in silvery threads amid the brown isles.