Where the valleys, like trenches, gloom narrow and black,—
And underneath, skirting the open fiords,—
It's in places like these human beings abide.
[Looks at the Captain.
They build far apart in this country.
The Captain.
Ay;
Few are the dwellings and far between.
Peer.
Shall we get in by day-break?
The Captain.
Thereabouts;
If we don't have too dirty a night altogether.
Peer.
It grows thick in the west.
The Captain.
It does so.
Peer.
Stop a bit!
You might put me in mind when we make up accounts—
I'm inclined, as the phrase goes, to do a good turn
To the crew
The Captain.
I thank you.
Peer.
It won't be much
I have dug for gold, and lost what I found;—
