The Coming of Spring to the Mist Islands 



had a feeling of utter helplessness as the squall increased 

 in strength and the small boat commenced to rock and 

 creak in the rising seas. At length, after a very anxious 

 time and to the great relief of all hands, a dim, hazy 

 outline was discerned on the starboard bow, and with the 

 passing of the squall we once more found our bearings, 

 and, a little later, drew in the skiff to the narrow harbour 

 among the dark rocks of the Atlantic seaboard. 



