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AN IMPRESSIVE SCENE. 



islands, wound between the rugged capes, and its 

 ice-clad waters spread out into the bay and then 

 merged with the broad sea. In the dim distance 

 loomed up the lofty snow-clad mountains of the west 

 coast. Upon the sea floated a heavy bank of mist, 

 which, slowly changing when moved by the wind, dis- 

 closed within its dark bosom the ghostly form of an 

 iceberg ; and a feeble auroral light fringed this sombre 

 cloak of the waves. Angry flashes darted from be- 

 hind this mass of impenetrable blackness, and, rush- 

 ing fiercely among the constellations, seemed like 

 (iery arrows shot up by evil spirits of another world. 



