34 THE VOYAGE. 
announcement welcome to all. Being near dark, 
it was deemed advisable to stand off until morn- 
ing, and enter the Straits of Juan de Feuca with 
a good light. It appeared a longer night than 
I ever remember, so impatient was I once more 
to see and tread on terra firma; what in the 
mist and distance seemed but a dark undefined 
shadow, was in reality the lighthouse, standing 
grey and lonely on the wild wave-lashed rocks 
of Cape Flattery. The wind was dead aft, and 
blowing freshly, as we dashed up the straits, 
faster far than we had ever gone during the long 
tedious voyage. 
Nowhere is this curious inlet more than twelve 
miles in width: on the right, seen over an ocean 
of dark-green forest, sloping to the shore, were 
the snowy summits of the Olympian range of 
mountains; on the left the more rounded and 
lower metamorphic hills, quite as densely tim- 
bered, but broken along the coast-line into open 
glades and grassy slopes, like well-kept lawns, 
reaching to the water-line. About sixty miles 
from the entrance we round the dreaded ‘race 
rocks,’ and with scarce time for even a_ hasty 
look at the new land, glide round a rocky point, 
on which is a house, and people anxiously watch- 
ing our movements. The sails are clewed up; 
