“We had proceeded but a few days, coasting the crushing capes of rock that every where seemed to run out in a diablerie of tusks and horns to drive us from the region that they warded, now cruising through a… — 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 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 and other skies, - a world of accentuated crises, that sloughed off age after age, and rose fresher from each plunge? Don't you see, or long to see, that mysterious magic tree out of whose pores… — Harriet Prescott Spofford Copy Share
“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
