. Young folks library . ragmentary masses with an unremitting clamor. Theplain below these cataractine glaciers was pihng upwith the debris; while torrents of the melted rubbishfound their way, foaming and muddy, to the sea, carry-ing gravel and rocks along with them. These ice-cascades, as we called them, kept up theirdin the whole night, sometimes starthng us with aheavy booming sound, as the larger masses fell, butmore generally rattling away like the random fires of amihtia parade. On examining the ice of which theywere made up, I found grains of neve larger than a wal-nut ; so large, inde
. Young folks library . ragmentary masses with an unremitting clamor. Theplain below these cataractine glaciers was pihng upwith the debris; while torrents of the melted rubbishfound their way, foaming and muddy, to the sea, carry-ing gravel and rocks along with them. These ice-cascades, as we called them, kept up theirdin the whole night, sometimes starthng us with aheavy booming sound, as the larger masses fell, butmore generally rattling away like the random fires of amihtia parade. On examining the ice of which theywere made up, I found grains of neve larger than a wal-nut ; so large, indeed, that it was hard to reahze thatthey could be formed by the ordinary granulating pro-cesses of the winter snows. My impression is, that thesurface of the plateau-ice, the mer de glace of the island,is made up of these agglomerated nodules, and thatthey are forced out and discarded by the advance of themore compact ice from higher levels. THE SEVEN ISLANDS (Fbom the First Ceossi^g of Spitzbekgbh.)By sir martin /^W^^^^|S^T four A.:^. on Aug. 5, we steamedfe^^^TuS^i away, on board the little Expres, fornew lands and experiences of a neworder. Melancholy indeed was theland we left behind, with its bleakpurple shores, sloping up to hills allwhite with new-fallen snow from a level of about fivehundred feet, and roofed with cloud. Bleared gleamsof misty sunHght cast an added pallor on patches ofthe view. We thought the weather showed a tendencyto clear, one of the many hopes, destined to disappoint-ment, wherewith all our remaining time in these waterswas filled. The Expres steamed along by the southernshore of the fjord, where the steep buttressed fronts ofthe hills were stained in patches on their sloping laps,as by upset paint-pots of vi^-id green — mossy areasvarnished with wet. Running for the Fastningen Rockat the mouth of Green Harbor, where Gregory, Gar-wood, and Ted were collecting fossils, we passed theOrient Companys steamer Garonne on its way toAdvent Bay, wi
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