“...when the morning wind caught up with us, and with it some quite unexpected fog - soft and rolling. It would roll down the open channels in great round masses - hesitate for an island, and then roll over it and on. It would fill up all the bays - searching and exploring. It came on board and felt us all over with soft, damp fingers, and we hoisted our sails and fled before it.

...A little farther on, the wind blew harder, but it was steadier...The mountains grew higher and higher, and gossiped together across our heads. And somewhere down at their feet, on that narrow ribbon of water, our boat with the white sails flew swiftly along, completely dwarfed by its surroundings.”