224 
tennyson’s monument. 
the dreamy semblance of a castle, flanked with triple 
towers, completely isolated and defined. These were 
the “Three Brother Turrets.” 
I was still more struck with another of the same 
sort, in the immediate neighborhood of my haltin«-- 
ground beyond Sunny Gorge, to the north of latitude 
79°. A single cliff of greenstone, marked by the slaty 
limestone that once encased it, rears itself from a 
crumbled base of sandstones, like the boldly-clxiselled 
rampart of an ancient city. At its northern extremity, 
on the brink of a deep ravine which has worn its way 
among the ruins, there stands a solitary column or 
minaret-tower, as sharply finished as if it had been 
cast for the Place Vendome. Yet the length of the 
shaft alone is four hundred and eighty feet; and it 
rises on a plinth or pedestal itself two hundred and 
eighty feet high. 
I remember well the emotions of my party as it 
first broke upon our view. Cold and sick as I was, I 
brought back a sketch of it, which may have interest 
for the reader, though it scarcely suggests the imposing 
dignity of this magnificent landmark. Those who are 
happily familiar with the writings of Tennyson, and 
have communed with his spirit in the solitudes of a 
wilderness, will apprehend the impulse that inscribed 
the scene with his name. 
Still beyond this, comes the archipelago which bears 
the name of our brig, studded with the names of those 
on board of her who adhered to all the fortunes of the 
■expedition; and at its eastern cape spreads out the 
