Puget Sound and British Columbia 



ing foam to the waves and making all the wilderness 

 wilder. One cannot but feel sympathy with and be 

 proud of these brave neighbors, fellow citizens in the 

 commonwealth of the world, making a living like the 

 rest of us. Our good ship also seemed like a thing of 

 life, its great iron heart beating on through calm and 

 storm, a truly noble spectacle. But think of the hearts 

 of these whales, beating warm against the sea, day 

 and night, through dark and light, on and on for cen- 

 turies; how the red blood must rush and gurgle in and 

 out, bucketfuls, barrelfuls at a beat! 



The cloud colors of one of the four sunsets enjoyed 

 on the voyage were remarkably pure and rich in tone. 

 There was a well-defined range of cumuli a few de- 

 grees above the horizon, and a massive, dark-gray 

 rain-cloud above it, from which depended long, bent 

 fringes overlapping the lower cumuli and partially 

 veiling them; and from time to time sunbeams poured 

 through narrow openings and painted the exposed 

 bosses and fringes in ripe yellow tones, which, with 

 the reflections on the water, made magnificent pic- 

 tures. The scenery of the ocean, however sublime in 

 vast expanse, seems far less beautiful to us dry-shod 

 animals than that of the land seen only in compara- 

 tively small patches; but when we contemplate the 

 whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted 

 with continents and islands, flying through space 

 with other stars all singing and shining together as 

 one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm 

 of beauty. 



The California coast-hills and cliffs look bare and 



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