Down to the water's edge the shores were wooded with copses of dwarf birch and willow, and the slopes were radiant with wild flowers--harebell and yellow crowfoot, purple heath and pink azalea and starry saxifrage.  A rosy light tinged the snow on the wintry heights; and over the edge of a cliff, far up the fjord, a glacier hung, and from beneath the ice a jet of water burst forth and fell foaming down the precipice to the shore.  When they landed they found the ground covered thick with berries dark and luscious, and while they gathered these, a black and white snow-bunting flitted about them on its long wings.