From millions of ice slopes, with millions and millions of tiny reflecting surfaces, each one a mirror, some large, some smaller than specks of diamond dust, this light is sent back in different directions in burning waves to the sky.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
Along these were no projecting surfaces, and we passed them always with bated anxiety.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
Here there is more style, wider surfaces, and character in the native houses than in Bombay.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch