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Tuesday July 24/60 flooded in crimson light - The East & the West tinged in mellower tone, the long ridge of Mountains reaching far south & far North, cutting sharply their contour upon the sky, formed a glorious picture [[strikethrough]] for the [[/strikethrough]] for the mind. Those mountains stretching northbound looked black as Erebus in contrast with the ^[[insertion]] red [[/insertion]] glowing clouds that were in banks behind. So great indeed was the contrast that only a profile view was to be seen of those mountains. Their sides which were towards me were one uniform sheet of blackness. [[end page]] [[start page]] Wednesday, July 25th, 1860 We have been sailing ^[[insertion]] most of the [[/insertion]] [[strikethrough]] all [[strikethrough]] day under a strong wind. We saw during the day several ice-bergs. The "Rescue" keeps our company as we cross the Strait - Davis Strait. The Sea during the latter part of the day tumbled us about considerable. The mountains fast growing less in height & - less imposing. My dogs are fast learning to walk a dancing deck. The prospect is that they will soon accomplish ^[[insertion]] the nack [[/insertion]] than