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 Oil I of Me 



Like a row of mighty sentinels they stretched 

 clear across our course, from the black rocks 

 of Maiden's Arm to the towering cliffs of 

 Bouleaux Cove, forbidding all entrance to 

 the lonely lands and waters beyond. Every 

 crevice and great hollow on their shining 

 sides seemed to be poured full of molten 

 color, while the sunset caught their glitter- 

 ing pinnacles and broke into a glory beyond 

 all words. 



Hundreds of sea-birds, gulls and penguins 

 and " hagdowns " and unknown fishers of the 

 deep, had settled upon the icebergs and folded 

 the great wings that were weary with the long 

 day's flight. Here they clustered in a dense 

 mass in some great hollow, like a mother's 

 shoulder, talking softly to one another ; more 

 | often they settled one by one in an endless 

 line upon the topmost shining ridges, where 

 they stood out like delicate ebony carvings 

 against the rugged roof line of the icebergs. 

 In the whole stupendous scene, rock cliffs and 

 ice mountains and boundless sea and burning 

 sky, the eye came back again and again and 

 rested on these tiny dots against the sunset. 



