THE ARCTIC SEAS. 



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that half its height was buried beneath the line of blood-red waters. The sun, 

 slowly rolling along the horizon, passed behind it, and it seemed as if the 

 old Roman ruins had suddenly taken fire. In the shadow of the bergs the 

 water was a rich green, and nothing could be more soft and tender than the 

 gradations of color made by the sea shoaling on the sloping tongue of a berg 



