Edwin Balmer,
The Red Book Magazine, Volume 14…
(1909)
“ For that land for which I had clung and held on to those slippery boards in the waves till my arms were pulled from their sockets and my fingers torn and my whole body wrenched and sprained—that land was just cliffs of rock and great, sloping granite reefs leaning up from the sea; and neither farther up nor farther back from the water in any direction upon those rocks where I had climbed and thrown myself down, was a single scrap of green or growing thing or any life or living thing at all, but a gull or two which flew at and then away from me. ”
