He had to pick his way with caution across a valley of black rocks,
rifted and chasmed by the fury of the waves. He could imagine--or
thought he could, but came far short of it--how the great green rollers
would thunder through that black gully in the winter storms.
There were great wells lined all round with rich brown sea-weeds, and
narrow chasms in whose hidden depths the waters swooked and gurgled like
unseen monsters, and whose broken edges, on which he had to step, were
like the rough teeth of gigantic saws set up on end alongside one
another.
He crawled across these rough serrations and scaled the rifted black
wall in front, and came at once on a number of shallow pools of
rain-water lying in the hollows of a mighty slab.
But the moment his head rose above the level of the steep black wall his
ears were filled with a deafening roaring and rushing, supplemented by
most tremendous dull thuddings which shook the stack like the blows of a
mighty flail.
From behind a further wall there rose a boiling mist, through which
lashed up white jets of spray which slanted over the rocks beyond in a
continuous torrent.
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