Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the black shores of Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland. * * * Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own—shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children’s brains, but strangely impressive.
![Fig. 66.—The Broken Boat. From Bewick’s “British Birds.”](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d3/History_of_Wood_Engraving_0162a.jpg/400px-History_of_Wood_Engraving_0162a.jpg)
Fig. 66.—The Broken Boat. From Bewick’s “British Birds.”
The words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat (Fig. 66) stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking. I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quiet, solitary church-yard (Fig. 67), with its inscribed head-stone, its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly risen crescent
![Fig. 67.—The Church-yard. From Bewick’s “British Birds.”](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/64/History_of_Wood_Engraving_0162b.jpg/400px-History_of_Wood_Engraving_0162b.jpg)
Fig. 67.—The Church-yard. From Bewick’s “British Birds.”