V. STORM, AND FOG, AND ROCKS. 1. "Omnia tum pariter vento nimbisque videbis EVER wilder, ever louder Roar'd the gale and boom'd the surges; Plunging on athwart the billow, Scudding blindly by the swart Slate Isles, a While a foul fog's grisly meshes Lord of restless Keetchi Gahmi! By thy flowing-tressèd children,35 * A bold precipitous group, lying some 10 miles off the north shore (see a. n. 32). Mortals, who durst seek the lifeless, Terror e'en of White Man's fire-ship. 2. "Certa nec incertis affulgent sidera nautis." Storm-toss'd, wave-lash'd, fog-enshrouded, Rush'd we tow'rd the deadly ambush, Tow'rd the grim rocks of the northland. Fail'd us e'en the trusty compass, — Fail'd us in the hour of danger: Whether ("guess'd" the 'wilder'd pilot) Lurking traitor in the doom'd barque,- In more than one part of the S. W. shore of Lake Superior the compass is affected by iron in the green-stone (Bay.)—the predominant 'rock' of the N. shore. V. Hanging haply, potent, o'er us. "Yet," said he, “it cannot so be; For our barque must now be moving, In mid channel, through the vast trough |