A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate FloridaWilliams, Martha Noyes
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A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate Florida
Williams, Martha Noyes
Capture at sea -- Personal narratives; China -- Description and travel; Piracy -- Personal narratives
At this point we made a _détour_ along the coast, and obtained a fine
view of the other side of Table Mountain, the coast formation reminding
us strongly of the Highlands of the Hudson. Then came a succession of
the same high and rugged elevations, which, like Table Mountain, were
oblong in form and flat at their summits, having their squared ends
abutting directly upon the sea, whose waves were dashing against their
rocky sides. Directly after these we passed two lofty peaks which were
united at the base, having a gradual slope covered with soil made
of the _débris_ which had washed down from their barren and almost
perpendicular steeps. As we sailed along the coast we saw much mountain
scenery of a similar character, although occasionally a conical peak
appeared, reminding us of the Cape de Verd Islands. Some, also, were
in form not unlike the pyramidal sand-hills on the shore of the bay
of Loando; and on rounding a huge mountain of this description, which
stood boldly out towards the sea, Table Mountain disappeared from
view. The strata of these summits are peculiar in their formation,
being nearly horizontal, and are evidently of volcanic origin. After
meeting a small coasting propeller, which rode the waves beautifully,
notwithstanding the heavy swell, we lost sight of the Lion’s Head,
which had so long towered on high in gloomy grandeur, and came to a
descending range, over whose slope old Table Mountain again reared its
head, forming the background to a splendid landscape, with the sea
in the foreground, and a little cove hard by, in which was nestled a
small hamlet. Further on we passed a more regular range, which was
perpendicular from the base; and then, turning, had a lateral view of
the huge, square range we had first passed, now stretching as far back
as the eye could follow its dim outline into the interior. Then came
a narrow and verdant tongue of land, which widened as we approached,
but which was soon lost in another range of mountains very different
in appearance from any of the former, being more rounded, and greener
near the base, although their tops wore a barren and sterile aspect.
Until reaching this point we had kept within three or four miles of
the land; but now, although we still sailed due south, the coast-line
was receding, and being summoned to tea, our panoramic picture of all
that is wild and wonderful in romantic and sublime mountain scenery was
suddenly broken.
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