APPENDIX. 
35 
part of a bright and sunny aftenoon. There 
were a number of beautiful little grottoes, fes- 
tooned with various colored sea weeds, dripping 
with water, shining and sparkling wherever the 
sunlight touched them. 
Above the high water mark, were the rough, 
shaggy rocks, looking beautiful in the sunlight 
of a fine September day, making it all like a 
scene from fairy land. 
I saw a tin box on a ledge above me, and 
I could imagine it filled with some musty papers 
giving the last message from some ill-fated ship. 
I could not help thinking how these same grand 
castled rocks would look in a winter's storm with 
the waves dashing and surging against them ; 
there would be little chance for the poor ship 
and her crew that were unfortunate enough to 
be wrecked on these sharp and cruel ledges. 
