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Under Northern Skies. 217 boisterously amongst the rocks; broke and beat and foamed and threw its white spray around. Up on the land, looking out from a distance, we should have said so much surf was impossible. The rocks were beautiful and broken ; high and rugged and wild. There were small recesses, that might almost have become har- bours, given over to the seagulls; rocks honeycombed with the influence of time and water and weather; caves and natural arches, into which we passed fora moment, out from the heat and glare of the sun, the sparkling water, into a chilling gloom. ~~ —_ —=——— ——-- — cat =— —— ——— jl ! Se SSS) —< SS —— SN ~ + a =. . ~ -~— ~ aS — NEAR DYNDALEN, We paddled backwards and forwards, in and out of these rocky recesses, rejoicing in the wild freedom, the perfect solitude ; revelling in the plash and dash of the waves, mingled with the cry and clang of the seagulls. Then the old boatman went the other way, and where the rocks gave place to a shelving beach, above which a wooded valley ran up into the land, he put us onshore. It was not the easiest task in the world. Broken rocks were all about, and the water splashed and broke over them like a small tempest. Putting us on shore, he went off again into smooth places, and rested on his oars. We went upthe Dyndalen. A beautiful wood with trees, young and old, all shadow and sunshine, leaves glinting and rustling ; paths moss grown, strewn with ferns and wild flowers. The silence was perfect. Not a bird chirped; even the plash of the sea could CoOnniclboookKks (CO)