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The
night
was
passed
under
the
promontory
,
and
the
wind
having
fallen
,
nothing
disturbed
the
silence
.
The
passengers
,
with
the
exception
of
the
sailor
,
scarcely
slept
as
well
on
board
the
"
Bonadventure
"
as
they
would
have
done
in
their
rooms
at
Granite
House
,
but
they
did
sleep
however
.
Pencroft
set
sail
at
break
of
day
,
and
by
going
on
the
larboard
tack
they
could
keep
close
to
the
shore
.
The
colonists
knew
this
beautiful
wooded
coast
,
since
they
had
already
explored
it
on
foot
,
and
yet
it
again
excited
their
admiration
.
They
coasted
along
as
close
in
as
possible
,
so
as
to
notice
everything
,
avoiding
always
the
trunks
of
trees
which
floated
here
and
there
.
Several
times
also
they
anchored
,
and
Gideon
Spilett
took
photographs
of
the
superb
scenery
.
About
noon
the
"
Bonadventure
"
arrived
at
the
mouth
of
Falls
River
.
Beyond
,
on
the
left
bank
,
a
few
scattered
trees
appeared
,
and
three
miles
further
even
these
dwindled
into
solitary
groups
among
the
western
spurs
of
the
mountain
,
whose
arid
ridge
sloped
down
to
the
shore
.
What
a
contrast
between
the
northern
and
southern
part
of
the
coast
!
In
proportion
as
one
was
woody
and
fertile
so
was
the
other
rugged
and
barren
!
It
might
have
been
designated
as
one
of
those
iron
coasts
,
as
they
are
called
in
some
countries
,
and
its
wild
confusion
appeared
to
indicate
that
a
sudden
crystallization
had
been
produced
in
the
yet
liquid
basalt
of
some
distant
geological
sea
.
These
stupendous
masses
would
have
terrified
the
settlers
if
they
had
been
cast
at
first
on
this
part
of
the
island
!
They
had
not
been
able
to
perceive
the
sinister
aspect
of
this
shore
from
the
summit
of
Mount
Franklin
,
for
they
overlooked
it
from
too
great
a
height
,
but
viewed
from
the
sea
it
presented
a
wild
appearance
which
could
not
perhaps
be
equaled
in
any
corner
of
the
globe
.
The
"
Bonadventure
"
sailed
along
this
coast
for
the
distance
of
half
a
mile
.
It
was
easy
to
see
that
it
was
composed
of
blocks
of
all
sizes
,
from
twenty
to
three
hundred
feet
in
height
,
and
of
all
shapes
,
round
like
towers
,
prismatic
like
steeples
,
pyramidal
like
obelisks
,
conical
like
factory
chimneys
.
An
iceberg
of
the
Polar
seas
could
not
have
been
more
capricious
in
its
terrible
sublimity
!
Here
,
bridges
were
thrown
from
one
rock
to
another
;
there
,
arches
like
those
of
a
wave
,
into
the
depths
of
which
the
eye
could
not
penetrate
;
in
one
place
,
large
vaulted
excavations
presented
a
monumental
aspect
;
in
another
,
a
crowd
of
columns
,
spires
,
and
arches
,
such
as
no
Gothic
cathedral
ever
possessed
.
Every
caprice
of
nature
,
still
more
varied
than
those
of
the
imagination
,
appeared
on
this
grand
coast
,
which
extended
over
a
length
of
eight
or
nine
miles
.
Cyrus
Harding
and
his
companions
gazed
,
with
a
feeling
of
surprise
bordering
on
stupefaction
.
But
,
although
they
remained
silent
,
Top
,
not
being
troubled
with
feelings
of
this
sort
,
uttered
barks
which
were
repeated
by
the
thousand
echoes
of
the
basaltic
cliff
.
The
engineer
even
observed
that
these
barks
had
something
strange
in
them
,
like
those
which
the
dog
had
uttered
at
the
mouth
of
the
well
in
Granite
House
.
"
Let
us
go
close
in
,
"
said
he
.
And
the
"
Bonadventure
"
sailed
as
near
as
possible
to
the
rocky
shore
.
Perhaps
some
cave
,
which
it
would
be
advisable
to
explore
,
existed
there
?
But
Harding
saw
nothing
,
not
a
cavern
,
not
a
cleft
which
could
serve
as
a
retreat
to
any
being
whatever
,
for
the
foot
of
the
cliff
was
washed
by
the
surf
.
Soon
Top
's
barks
ceased
,
and
the
vessel
continued
her
course
at
a
few
cables-length
from
the
coast
.
In
the
northwest
part
of
the
island
the
shore
became
again
flat
and
sandy
.
A
few
trees
here
and
there
rose
above
a
low
,
marshy
ground
,
which
the
colonists
had
already
surveyed
,
and
in
violent
contrast
to
the
other
desert
shore
,
life
was
again
manifested
by
the
presence
of
myriads
of
water-fowl
.
That
evening
the
"
Bonadventure
"
anchored
in
a
small
bay
to
the
north
of
the
island
,
near
the
land
,
such
was
the
depth
of
water
there
.
The
night
passed
quietly
,
for
the
breeze
died
away
with
the
last
light
of
day
,
and
only
rose
again
with
the
first
streaks
of
dawn
.
