Carl Linnaeus, The Lapland Journey, translated by Peter Graves (Edinburgh: Lockharton Press, 1995), p. 93.
The Prefecture of PiteĆ„, 15/06/1732, ¶447:
15th. Nothing in particular showed up today. Here and there the sea could be seen close to the road, its melancholy waves breaking against the rocky cliffs, in some places eating away perpetually at islands to separate them at last from the land, in other places manuring the sandy beaches with sludge. The weather was pleasant.