Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 5, May 1841Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 5, May 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
I looked dizzily, and beheld a wide expanse of ocean, whose waters wore
so inky a hue as to bring at once to my mind the Nubian Geographer’s
account of the _Mare Tenebrarum_. A panorama more deplorably desolate no
human imagination can conceive. To the right and left, as far as the eye
could reach, there lay outstretched, like ramparts of the world, lines
of horridly black and beetling cliff, whose character of irredeemable
gloom was but the more forcibly illustrated by the surf which reared
high up against it its white and ghastly crest, howling and shrieking
forever. Just opposite the promontory upon whose apex we were placed,
and at the distance of some five or six miles out at sea, there was
visible a small, bleak-looking island; or, more properly, its position
was discernible through the wilderness of surge in which it was
enveloped. About two miles nearer the land, arose another of smaller
size, hideously craggy and barren, and encompassed at various intervals
by a cluster of dark rocks.
The appearance of the ocean, in the space between the more distant
island and the shore, had something very unusual about it. Although, at
the time, so strong a gale was blowing landward that a brig in the
remote offing lay to under a double-reefed trysail, and constantly
plunged her whole hull out of sight, still there was here nothing like a
regular swell, but only a short, quick, angry cross-dashing of water in
every direction—as well in the teeth of the wind as otherwise. Of foam
there was little, except in the immediate vicinity of the rocks.
“The island in the distance,” resumed the old man, “is called by the
Norwegians Vurrgh. The one midway is Moskoe. That a mile to the
northward is Ambaaren. Yonder are Islesen, Hotholm, Kieldhelm, Suarven,
and Buckholm. Farther off—between Moskoe and Vurrgh—are Otterholm,
Flimen, Sandflesen, and Stockholm. These are the true names of the
places—but why it has been thought necessary to name them at all, is
more than either you or I can understand. Do you hear any thing? Do you
see any change in the water?”
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