in view; the waves run high, and all around looks dismal. See what exertions the rowers make; it blows a hurricane, and each successive billow seems
destined, to overwhelm their fragile bark. My anxiety is intense, as you
may imagine; in the midst of my friends and the crew I watch every move-
ment of the boat, now balanced on the very crest of a rolling and foaming
wave, now sunk far into the deep trough. We see how eagerly yet calmly
they pull. My son stands erect, steering with a long oar, and Lincoln is
bailing the water which is gaining on him, for the spray ever and anon
dashes over the bow. But they draw near, a rope is thrown and caught, the
whale-boat is hauled close under our lee-board; in a moment more all are
safe on deck, the helm round, the schooner to, and away under bare poles
she scuds toward Labrador.
Thomas Lincoln and my son were much exhausted, and the sailors required a double allowance of grog. A quantity of eggs of various kinds, and several birds, had been procured, for wherever sufficient room for a Gannet's nest was not afforded on the rock, one or two Guillemots occupied the spot, and on the ledges below, the Kittiwakes lay thick like snow-flakes. The discharging of their guns produced no other effect than to cause the birds killed or severely wounded to fall into the water, for the cries of the countless multitudes drowned every other noise. The party had their clothes smeared with the nauseous excrements of hundreds of Gannets and other birds, which in shooting off from their nests caused numerous eggs to fall, of which some were procured entire. The confusion on and around the rock was represented as baffling all description; and as we gazed on the mass now gradually fading on our sight, we all judged it well worth the while to cross the ocean to see such a sight. But yet it was in some measure a painful sight to me, for I had not been able to land on this great breeding-place, of which, however, I here present a description given by our pilot Mr. Godwin.
"The top of the main rock is a quarter of a mile wide, from north to south, but narrower in the other direction. Its elevation is estimated at about four hundred feet. It stands in lat. 47° 52'. The surf beats its base with great violence, unless after a long calm, and it is extremely difficult to land upon it, and still more so to ascend to the top or platform. The only point on which a boat may be landed lies on the south side, and the moment the boat strikes it must be hauled dry on the rocks. The whole surface of the upper platform is closely covered with nests, placed about two feet asunder, and in such regular order that a person may see between the lines, which run north and south, as if looking along the furrows of a deeply ploughed field. The Labrador fishermen and others who annually visit this extraordi- nary resort of the Gannets, for the purpose of procuring their flesh to bait
