ABSTRACT
SUBJECT to the once very wealthy kingdom of Norway, near Faroe Island, there is a mountain that rears up from the Ocean, which seamen call by the apt name of the Monk. 1 Through its natural situation and by incisions made into parts of it, especially of its top pieces, it wears what looks like a woven cowl, together with the faculty of sustaining and comforting in complete security all who seek refuge there during a dreadful storm. On the other hand, woe to all who, tossed by the force of the wind, do not make the hem or lap of its garment; for the northerly winds and Circius rage so intensely in those parts that, if the sailors are to escape their ferocity, they are forced to apply themselves at every moment with their strictest skill, energy, exertion, and utmost experience, and to keep watch to see how they may escape to that Monk, as if to a safe harbour.
Faroe Island Rock called the Monk
The winds of Circius
