An account of several late voyages and discoveries

to Spitzbergcn. 59 Life. All the Herbs and the Mofi'~s grow che Gric and Sand of the Stones, where Water fallcth down, and on that fid~ of rhe ·which the Eaft and North Winds cannot cume ar. The Plants owe much of ahdt· rh to the Dung of the Birds. ere we1e a gre.it many fmall Herbs, whkh want of timl! 1 coul<l not delineate, but I feto do it hereafter, jf God bleffcth me Life and Hcahh, when I make my fecond age chither. miited the white Poppy, whereof we fiuck Flowas in our Hats ; 1he whole Plant was about a Span long. efidcs l lu ve not mentioned thc Red Sorrel, an chat whicb was fhewed to me at Bre111e,z, he Dutch Gardener, which w~4, of the fame bue the Leaves of that of Spitzbcrgcn are dcfire the courteous R.eader to accept at cnt of thefe for Sample, to íhew him chat thcfe rough, barren and cold Mountains, Jtt grow fome Plants, for the Nourifu– boch of Man and Beafr. Thc Herbs grow eir perfetHon in a íbort time, for in junc~ we firfi' arrived at Spi1zberge11., we faw ,ver y little Green~ and yet in jNIJ mofr of were in ftower, and fome of them had Seeds already ripe, whence we may ob– the length of their S~miner. roceed 'to tbe Defcription of thofe Plants, ch I had time to delineate, and begin with e, that put forth their Leaves only at, and about