When morning came， with a low， grey sky but very hot， the adventurers found they were in a bay encircled by such cliffs and crags that it was like a Norwegian fjord. In front of them， at the head of the bay， there was some level land heavily overgrown with trees that appeared to be cedars， through which a rapid stream came out. Beyond that was a steep ascent ending in a jagged ridge and behind that a vague darkness of mountains which ran into dull.coloured clouds so that you could not see their tops. The nearer cliffs， at each side of the bay， were streaked here and there with lines of white which everyone knew to be waterfalls， though at that distance they did not show any movement or make any noise. Indeed the whole place was very silent and the water of the bay as smooth as glass. It reflected every detail of the cliffs. The scene would have been pretty in a picture but was rather oppressive in real life. It was not a country that welcomed visitors.
