﻿276 COCKED-IIAT rOINT. August, 



Lieutenant Kendall's pencil on my former voyage. 

 Many white-winged silvery gulls were breeding on 

 the various shelves of its cliffs, and their still un- 

 feathered young were running about, alarmed by 

 the clamour of the parent birds. 



In the evening we anchored in a snug boat- 

 harbour, within the westernmost of the two points 

 which terminate Cape Parry. The part of the 

 Cape which will be first visible on approaching 

 fi'om sea, is a hill about five hundred feet high, 

 which far overtops all the neighbouring eminences. 

 From it a comparatively low peninsular point 

 stretched Avest-north-west about half a mile, being 

 connected to the main by a gravel bank, and ter- 

 minated on its sea-face by a limestone cliff, which 

 in some points of view resembles a cocked-hat. 

 An indented bay, about three miles across, sepa- 

 rates this point from another more to the east, 

 which extends fully as far north. Booth's Islands, 

 five in number, form a range nine miles long, 

 whose extremities bear from the hill north-west 

 and south-west respectively. The channels be- 

 tween the islands vary in width from one to three 

 miles. On the east side of the hill, cliffs of lime- 

 stone, washed by the waves, have been scooped 

 into caves and arches, which, without much aid 

 from the imagination, recalled many fine archi- 

 tectural forms. A boulder of chert, lying on the 



