A yacht voyageLetters from high latitudes; being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam," to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen . which happens about seven times a week, you see nothingbut the line of their dark roots,—the unfortunate mariner,who goes poking about for the narrow passage which is tolead him between the islands,—at the hack of one of whicha pilot is waiting for him,—will, in all probability, havealready placedhis vessel in a position to render that func-tionarys further attendance a work of supererogation. Atleast, I know it was as much surprise as pleas
A yacht voyageLetters from high latitudes; being some account of a voyage, in 1856, in the schooner yacht "Foam," to Iceland, Jan Mayen, and Spitzbergen . which happens about seven times a week, you see nothingbut the line of their dark roots,—the unfortunate mariner,who goes poking about for the narrow passage which is tolead him between the islands,—at the hack of one of whicha pilot is waiting for him,—will, in all probability, havealready placedhis vessel in a position to render that func-tionarys further attendance a work of supererogation. Atleast, I know it was as much surprise as pleasure that Iexperienced, when, after having with many misgivings ven-tured to slip through an opening in the monotonous barri-cade of mountains, we found it was the right channel toour port. If the king of all the Goths would only stickup a light-house here and there along the ^^go, of his 150 LETTERS FROM HIGH LATITUDES. [VIII. Arctic seaboard, he would save many an honest fellow I must now finish this long letter. Hammerfest is scarcely worthy of my wasting paper onit. When I tell you that it is the most northerly town inEurope, I think I have mentioned its only remarkablecharacteristic. It stands on the edge of an enormoussheet of water, completely landlocked by three islands,and consists of a congregation of wooden houses, plasteredup against a steep mountain ; some of which being builton piles, give the notion of the place having slipped downoff the hill half-way into the sea. Its population is so andso,—its chief exports this and that; for all which, see Handbook, where you will find all such mat-ters more clearly and correctly set down than I amlikely to state them. At all events, it produces milk,cream—not butter—salad, and bad potatoes; which iswhat we are most interested in at present. To think thatyou should be all revelling this very moment in green-peasand cauliflowers. I hope you dont forget your grace be-fore dinner. I wil
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