Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.


Howeward Bound: Or, The Chase: A Tale of the Sea (ed. 1838)


Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.