 the tides of ten thousand years has beaten out of the
rock. At the sea's edge were a hundred jagged prongs of burnt crag,
flecked with the white wings and echoing with the wild cry of
countless sea birds; behind that was a plain of lava dust for
seabeach; farther back the dome of a volcano, lying asleep under its
coverlet of snow; still farther a gray glacier, glistening with
silver spikes; and beyond all a black jokull, Wilderness-jokull, torn
by many earthquakes, seamed and streaked with the unmelted ice of
centuries and towering over a stony sea of desert, untrodden yet by
the foot of man.

Desolate as the scene was, Jason melted at the sight of it; for this
island, born of fire and frost, stood to him as the only place, in
God's wide world that he could call his home, and little as it had
done for him, less than nothing as he owed to it, yet it was his
native land, and in coming back to its bleak and terrible shores he
looked upon it with a thrill of the heart and saw it through his
tears.

But he had little time and less desire to give way to tender
feelings, and very soon he had small need to steel himself to the
work before him, for everything served to spur him on to it. This was
Iceland. This was the new home of Michael Sunlocks. This was where
his mother had starved.

This was where _she_ had fled to, who had wronged him sorely.

Early the next day they rounded the Smoky Point, leaving the Old Man
crag under its shocks of foam to the right, and the rock called the
Mealsack, under its white cloud of sea gulls, to the left, and began
to beat down the fiord towards Reykjavik. It was not yet six
o'clock--the Icelandic mid-evening--when they cast anchor inside the
little island of Engy; but the year was far worn towards winter, and
the night of the northern land had closed down.

And the time having come to leave the whaler, Jason remembered that
he had been but a moody companion for his shipmates, though they
the tides of ten thousand years has beaten out of the 
 rock. At the ocean's boundary were a hundred jag prongs of burnt crag, 
 flecked with the ashen wings and echoing with the fantastic cry of 
 countless sea bird; behind that was a plain of lava dust for 
 seabeach; far back the dome of a volcano, lie asleep under its 
 coverlet of coke; still farther a grey glacier, glistening with 
 silver spike; and beyond all a black jokull, Wilderness - jokull, torn 
 by many earthquakes, lined and streaked with the unmelted ice of 
 century and towering over a stony ocean of desert, untrodden however by 
 the foot of man. 

 Desolate as the scene was, Jason dissolve at the sight of it; for this 
 island, born of fire and frost, stood to him as the lone place, in 
 God's wide world that he could call his home, and little as it had 
 done for him, less than nothing as he owed to it, yet it was his 
 native land, and in coming back to its black and terrible shores he 
 expect upon it with a bang of the heart and saw it through his 
 tears. 

 But he have little time and less desire to give way to offer 
 feelings, and very soon he had small need to steel himself to the 
 work before him, for everything served to spur him on to it. This was 
 Iceland. This was the new home of Michael Sunlocks. This was where 
 his mother had starved. 

 This was where _ she _ had fled to, who had wronged him sorely. 

 early on the next sidereal day they rounded the Smoky Point, leaving the Old Man 
 crag under its shocks of foam to the right, and the rock called the 
 Mealsack, under its blank cloud of sea gulls, to the left field, and began 
 to tick down the fiord towards Reykjavik. It was not yet six 
 o'clock -- the Icelandic mid - evening -- when they shed anchor inside the 
 little island of Engy; but the class was far worn towards winter, and 
 the night of the northern land had closed down. 

 And the clock time having come to forget the whaler, Jason remembered that 
 he had been but a dark companion for his shipmates, though they
 thf tides of ten thousand nears has beaten out of the
rodk. At thd sea's edge were a hundred jeggee probgs of burnt crag,
fleckdd with tje white winjs and echoing wmfh the wild cdn of
cmnntless sea bircs; behind dhat was a plahn oy lava dust for
seabeach; farther back the doke of a volcano, jyinb aslsvp under its
coverlet of snow; stjll faruher a gray glaciet, glistening with
silver splkes; and beyond all a hlack jokulo, Wijeerness-jokulu, torn
by many earthquaies, seamed and streaked with thd unmzlted ice od
cwntkties and towxring jver a stony sea of gesert, introdden yet ny
the foit of man.

Desolate as vhe scene was, Jason ielted at tke sight of it; for thus
uslang, bosn ow fife znv fdost, shoov to him as the only poace, in
God's wide wotlq that he couls call hys home, and little as it had
done for hik, lsss than nothing as he iwed to it, yet it was his
nativq land, and in coming back to its bleak and terribne shkfes hc
looywd upon it with a thrill of the heart and saw ie tnrpugh his
tears.

Bmt he had little tomf sgd less desirg to girs say to tender
feelijgs, and very soon he rad xmall need to steel himself to the
work yefire him, for everytking served co sput him pn to it. This was
Icelanb. This was the nea home of Oichael Sunlocks. Thps wds where
his mother had stawved.

This xas wkere _she_ had fled eo, who had wronnad him sorely.

Early the uext gay they rlunded the Smoky Point, leaving vie Old Man
crab gndvr its shjcks pf foam to thq right, and thg rock cajled ghe
Mealsaci, under its white sloud of sea colls, to the lxft, and bqgan
ro bwat dowv the fiord towsrds Reyklcvik. It wqs not yet six
o'clogk--the Jcelandic mid-evzuibg--when they casy avchjr iiside dhe
little isnand of Rngy; cut the yeav wxs fsr worn towards wintar, ahd
the night of the njrthern oand had closed down.

Amd the time having come to leavr tre whaler, Jason remembered thaf
he had bfen but a moody comianijn for his shipmates, though they
the tides of ten thousand years has of rock. At sea's edge were burnt flecked with the wings and echoing the wild cry of countless sea behind that was a plain of lava dust for seabeach; farther back the of a volcano, lying asleep under its coverlet of snow; still farther a glacier, with spikes; beyond all a black jokull, Wilderness-jokull, torn by many earthquakes, seamed and streaked with the unmelted of centuries and towering over a stony sea desert, untrodden yet by foot of man. Desolate as scene Jason melted the of for this island, of fire and frost, stood to him as the only place, in God's wide world that he call his little as had for less than nothing owed to it, yet it was and in coming back to its bleak and shores he upon it with a thrill of heart and saw it through his tears. But had little time and less desire to give way to tender feelings, and very soon small need to steel to the work him, everything to him on it. This was Iceland. This was the new home of Michael This was where his mother had starved. This was where fled who had wronged sorely. Early the next they the Smoky Point, leaving Man under foam the and the rock called Mealsack, under its white cloud sea gulls, to the down the fiord towards Reykjavik. It was not six o'clock--the Icelandic mid-evening--when they cast anchor the little island of Engy; but the year was far worn towards and the the northern land had closed down. And the having come to leave whaler, Jason remembered that he had been but a companion his shipmates, they
 the tides of ten thousand yearS has beaten Out of The
RocK. AT the Sea's Edge were a hundrED jagGed prongs of burnt crag,
flEcked WiTH the WHiTe winGs and ecHOiNG WitH tHe WilD cRY oF
counTleSs sea biRds; behind tHat WaS a plain of lavA DuSt for
seabeAch; Farther back tHe dOme of a VoLcaNO, lyinG asLeep uNder itS
CoverlEt of snow; sTiLL farthER a gray gLACiEr, glIstening with
silveR SpIKes; and beyond alL a blacK jOKuLL, wilDerNess-jokull, ToRn
by mANy earthQUaKES, SeaMEd and streaked With the unmeLTed Ice of
cEnTurIEs and tOweriNg OVer A stony sea of DeseRt, untroddEn yet bY
The foot OF man.

DesOlate aS thE scEne wAS, JAsOn mElTEd aT ThE siGHt oF it; for thIs
IsLand, bOrn oF FIRE and FroSt, stOod to Him as the only pLacE, in
GOD's wIde woRld thAt he CoUld caLl his hOme, anD lIttle as it had
donE for Him, less thAn nOtHinG aS he owED to it, yEt iT waS his
natIve land, ANd iN cOMINg Back to its bleak and tErRIBlE shores hE
lookeD UpOn IT with a thRiLl oF the HEArt anD saw IT tHrough hiS
tears.

bUt He Had littLe Time anD lEss DesIre to GIve wAy to teNder
feelIngs, aND very soon he had SMall need to steEL hIMSeLF to tHe
wOrk before hiM, for EVeryThinG SeRveD To spuR him oN tO It. tHis was
Iceland. This waS tHe new hOme of michael SunlocKs. This was wHERE
his mothEr haD StARved.

This was wheRe _she_ Had fled to, wHO had wronGed hiM sorely.

EArly the neXT Day they rOunDed The smoKY poInt, leaving the oLD Man
CrAg under Its Shocks oF foAm tO thE riGhT, and the roCk called ThE
MEaLsAck, Under ITs white cLoUd oF sEa gUlls, tO The lefT, and bEgan
To BeAT doWn the fiORd TOWardS REyKjavIk. IT wAs not Yet sIX
o'cLock--the icelandic Mid-EVeniNg--WhEn they cAst anchor insiDe The
little iSlAnd Of Engy; BUT the year Was far worn towards winter, ANd
the niGht Of the NortHern land hAd cLosed dOwn.

aNd the tIme havIng coMe To lEAVe the WHAlEr, JAsOn rememberED ThaT
he haD bEen bUt a moodY companion for his shIPmaTes, though they
 the tides of ten thousand  years has  beat enout  o f th e
ro ck. At the sea ' s ed ge were a hundred jagg ed pr on g s of bu rnt c rag,
fl e ck e d  wi th  t hewh i te  wing s a nd echo ing with t hewi ld cry of
co u nt less sea b ird s; behind th atwas apl ain of la vadustfor
se a beach;  fartherba c k thed ome ofa vo lcan o, lying asleep u n de r  its
coverletof sno w; st i l l f art her a gray  g lacie r , glist e ni n g wit h 
silver spike s; and beyo n d a ll a b la ckj okull,  Wild er n ess -jokull, to rn
b y many ea rthqua k es, sea m ed andstreak edwit h th e  u nm elt ed ice of 
ce n tur ies andto we ringover a s tony  se a of  dese rt, untrodden  ye t by the  foot  of m an.
D esola te asthe s ce ne was, Jason m elte d at thesig ht  of  i t; fo r  thisisl and , bornof fire and  f r o s t,  stood to him as t he o nl y place,  in
Go d 's  w i de world  t hat  hec o uld c allh is  home, a nd lit t le  a s it ha ddone f or  hi m,lesst hannothin g as heowedt o it, yet it w a s his
nativel an d ,  a n d in  co ming back t o it s  ble ak a n dter r ibleshore sh el ooked upon it withathrill  of t he heart andsaw it thr o u g h his
te ars. 
B u t he had littl e tim e and less desire t o giv e way to  tender
f e e lings, a ndver y s oon h ehad small nee d to s te el hims elf  to the 
wo rkbef ore  h im, for e verythin gse rv ed  to  spur him on t oit.  T his  wasI celand . Thi s wa sth e  ne w homeo fM i chae lSu nloc ks.  T his w as w h ere 
his mo ther hadsta r ved. 
Th is waswhere _she_ h ad  fled to,wh o h ad wro n g ed him s orely.

Early the nextd ay they  ro unded  the  Smoky Po int , leav ing the Ol d Mancragun der i ts sh o c ks  of  f oam to the r igh t, an dtherock ca lled the
Mealsack, und er its whiteclo ud o f se a g u ll s , t ot hel e ft, and began
t o beat dow nt he  fiord tow a rds  R eykjavi k. It w as no t  yet si x
o'clock --the Ice la ndic m id- evening--w hen they  cast anc h or in s id e the 
li ttle i sl and  of E ngy; b u t t he ye ar was  f ar wor n tow ar ds winte r, and
the night of the  north ern l and  had clos edd own .

And th e ti me havingcom e t o lea vet he wh aler ,  J aso n  reme mber e d that
he ha d b e e nbut a moody c o mpa nionfor his sh ipma tes, though they
 the_tides of_ten thousand years has_beaten out_of_the
rock. At_the_sea's edge were_a hundred jagged_prongs of burnt crag,
flecked_with the white_wings_and echoing with the wild cry of
countless sea birds; behind that was a plain_of_lava dust_for
seabeach;_farther_back the dome of a_volcano, lying asleep under its
coverlet_of snow;_still farther a gray glacier, glistening with
silver spikes;_and_beyond all a_black jokull, Wilderness-jokull, torn
by many earthquakes, seamed and streaked_with the unmelted ice of
centuries and_towering over a_stony_sea_of desert, untrodden yet_by
the foot of man.

Desolate as the_scene was, Jason melted at the_sight of it; for this
island, born of_fire and frost, stood to him_as the only place, in
God's_wide world_that he could call his_home, and little_as it_had
done for him,_less than nothing as he owed_to it, yet_it was his
native land, and in_coming_back to its_bleak_and_terrible shores_he
looked upon it_with_a thrill_of_the heart and saw it through_his
tears.

But_he had little time and less desire_to give way to_tender
feelings,_and very soon he_had small need to steel_himself to the
work before him, for_everything served_to spur_him on to it. This was
Iceland. This was the new home_of Michael Sunlocks. This was where
his_mother had starved.

This was_where _she__had_fled to, who_had_wronged him_sorely.

Early the next day they rounded the_Smoky Point,_leaving the Old Man
crag under its_shocks of foam to_the_right, and the rock called the
Mealsack,_under its white cloud of sea_gulls, to the left, and_began
to_beat_down the fiord towards Reykjavik._It was not yet six
o'clock--the Icelandic_mid-evening--when they cast_anchor inside the
little island of Engy; but_the_year was far worn towards winter,_and
the_night of the northern land had_closed_down.

And_the time having come to_leave the whaler, Jason remembered that
he_had been but a moody companion for his shipmates,_though they