yond!

Many interesting discoveries may be made among these broken cliffs.
Once, for example, I found a dead seal which a recent tempest had
tossed into the nook of the rocks, where his shaggy carcase lay rolled
in a heap of eel-grass as if the sea-monster sought to hide himself
from my eye. Another time a shark seemed on the point of leaping from
the surf to swallow me, nor did I wholly without dread approach near
enough to ascertain that the man-eater had already met his own death
from some fisherman in the bay. In the same ramble I encountered a
bird--a large gray bird--but whether a loon or a wild goose or the
identical albatross of the Ancient Mariner was beyond my ornithology
to decide. It reposed so naturally on a bed of dry seaweed, with its
head beside its wing, that I almost fancied it alive, and trod softly
lest it should suddenly spread its wings skyward. But the sea-bird
would soar among the clouds no more, nor ride upon its native waves;
so I drew near and pulled out one of its mottled tail-feathers for a
remembrance. Another day I discovered an immense bone wedged into a
chasm of the rocks; it was at least ten feet long, curved like a
scymitar, bejewelled with barnacles and small shellfish and partly
covered with a growth of seaweed. Some leviathan of former ages had
used this ponderous mass as a jaw-bone. Curiosities of a minuter order
may be observed in a deep reservoir which is replenished with water at
every tide, but becomes a lake among the crags save when the sea is at
its height. At the bottom of this rocky basin grow marine plants, some
of which tower high beneath the water and cast a shadow in the
sunshine. Small fishes dart to and fro and hide themselves among the
seaweed; there is also a solitary crab who appears to lead the life of
a hermit, communing with none of the other denizens of the place, and
likewise several five-fingers; for I know no other name than that
which children give them. If your imagination be at all accustomed to
such freaks, you may look down into the depths of this pool and fancy
it the mysterious depth of ocean. But where are the hulks and
scattered timbers of sunken ships? where the treasures that old Ocean
hoards? where the corroded cannon? where the corpses and skeletons of
seamen who went down in storm and battle?

On the day of my last ramble--it was a September day, yet as warm as
summer--what should I behold as I approached the above-described basin
but three