Fairweather

To the westward the magnificent Fairweather Range is displayed in all its glory, lifting its peaks and glaciers into the blue sky.

Nautica ran into the galley and Lady Fairweather ran for the Commodore, who was out on deck.

Miss Fairweather remarks to the Little'un that she thinks she has met him before; in Auckland, probably.

Finding nothing in the port, nor any tracks upon the shore, we went on towards Cape Fairweather, and in our way met the Adelaide.

Appropriately enough the captain's name was Fairweather, and he certainly was a character in his way.