THE FARALLONES 



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theatres, plains, ridges, crests, arches, domes and pinnacles 

 give a constantly varying character to one's surroundings. 

 If the Farallones were birdless, they would still compel the 

 enthusiastic admiration of every lover of the ruggedly pic- 

 turesque and elemental. 



The surf completes the grandeur of the scene. Even on 



The Landing-place 



calm days, the ocean hurls itself with terrific force against 

 the unprotected rock. How it surges into the caverns, bel- 

 lowing from their darkened depths ! How the waves charge 

 through the arches to meet a fellow from the other side and 

 bound into the air as though a mine had exploded beneath 

 them ! How they shoot up, geyser-like, from crevices in the 

 rock, open below to the sea ! 



There is a singular, human character to the Farallone 

 surf ; and when from the green wall of in-rushing water, 



