“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 Image
“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… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
“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
