Bessie’s cove. 
CHAPTER XVIII. 
We sailed along the coast quietly, but with the com- 
fortable excitement of expectation. We had not yet 
seen such open water, and were momentarily expect- 
ing the change, of course, which was to lead us through 
the North Water to Lancaster Sound. The glaciers 
were no longer near the water-line ; but an escarped 
shore, of the usual primary structure, gave us a pleas- 
ing substitute. 
In a short time we reached the “ Crimson Cliffs of 
Beverley,” the seat of the often-described “red snow.” 
The coast was high and rugged, the sea-line broken 
by precipitous sections and choked by detritus. Sail- 
ing slowly along, at a distance of about ten miles, we 
could distinctly see outcropping faces of red feldspathic 
rock, while in depending positions, between the cones 
of detritus, the scanty patches of snow were tinged 
