Captain Pickels held straight to his 1/6 Course until he seemed almost Ashore, having passed the beacon and the outer peninsula, and Then turning through a right- angle to the East and went through the narrow entrance to the little harbor, which is completely land- locked, and cast anchor in ten fathoms of water at 1:30 in the Morning of 5 August. There are no lighthouses along the green- land coast, and the moderate illumination from the northern sky cast the town and its low, hilly peninsula into the heavy shadows of the great shore cliffs, which rise almost vertically from the strand to a height of 1200 feet above the sea. Neither are