The bronze spearhead glitters in the sun, blazing straight for Achilles. Without breaking... The inlet ends in a natural harbor where several tallmasted warships are beached, sails...
Again their ghostly camp-fires seem to burn, and the fitful light is cast around on lord and vassal and black-robed priest, mingled with wild forms of savage warriors, knit in close...
This morning the mate reported that there were signs of pack ice to the southward. Should... I sent a hand aft for the rifles, and M`Leod and I went down on to the pack, thinking that...