“What rending pains were close at hand! Death! and what a death! worse than any other that is to be named! Water, be it cold or warm, that which buoys up blue icefields, or which bathes tropical coasts with currents… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share
“We found, before the hands of the dial had taught us the lapse of a week, that this would be something not to be endured. The sun sank lower every day behind the crags and silvery horns; the heavens grew to wear a hue of violet, almost black, and yet unbearably dazzling; as the notes of our voices fell upon… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share
“What rending pains were close at hand! Death! and what a death! worse than any other that is to be named! Water, be it cold or warm, that which buoys up blue icefields, or which bathes tropical coasts with currents of balmy bliss, is yet a gentle conqueror, kisses as it kills, and draws you down gently through darkening fathoms… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share
“I'm not good, of course; I wouldn't give a fig to be good. So it's not vanity. It's on a far grander scale; a… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
“Can you say those words and not like it? Don't it bring to you a magnificent picture of the pristine world, - great seas… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
“We had proceeded but a few days, coasting the crushing capes of rock that every where seemed to run out in a diablerie of… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
“Why, observe the thing; turn it over; hold it up to the window; count the beads, long, oval, like some seaweed bulbs, each an… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
“I endured all our hardships as if they had been luxuries: I made light of scurvy, banqueted off train-oil, and met that cold for… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
