Identifier: frankradcliffest1884daun (find matches)
Title: Frank Radcliffe; a story of travel and adventure in the forests of Venezuela
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Daunt, Achilles
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Publisher: London, New York, T. Nelson
Contributing Library: Brown University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brown University

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awaste of waters almost as far as the eye could see.A fresh breeze blew up the river, and encounteringthe strong current, raised a chopping sea, from whichwe were glad to escape by running along close tothe shore. We hoisted our sail, and under the in-fluence of the wind we sped merrily up the river,which here was nearly four miles broad, and wasfringed by bare and very extensive beaches. Thehorizon was encircled by forests which closed in theview on all sides, suggesting an idea of sublimityand vastness. Here and there islands denselycovered with underwood dotted the bosom of thestream; and floating with the current, or eddyingbetween the islands, we observed several huge tree-trunks torn by the river from their hold in thebanks. We shortly passed a long rocky promontory, calledby the natives Punta Curiquima. In the distance,rising beyond the waste of waters which seemed to ,1 iiyi;iiiii;i;;i;;:ii(;iiiii;■ iii!illlllllPl;i;!iHii wppiiiraiTi r m5 O z I O 3) Z ooo ;;. alii .ii:;i .Jm
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