The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'The wind,' said he to Walkinshaw, who was the first that obeyed the call, 'often, at this time of the year, rises about noon, when the waves jump with such agility against the rocks, that the most periculous points of view cannot be seen in their proper elegance, without the risk of breaking your neck, or at least being washed away, and drowned for ever.'