My uncle took soundings several times. He tied the heaviest of our pickaxes to a long rope which he let down two hundred fathoms. No bottom yet; and we had some difficulty in hauling up our plummet.
Mi tío sondea con frecuencia; ata un pico al extremo de una cuerda, y deja salir doscientas brozas sin encontrar fondo, costándonos gran trabajo izar nuestra sonda.