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"Martin, Martin--look!"

I started up, and rubbing sleep froaze whither she pointed; and there, faint and far, above the rolling blue of the seas rose a blue shape "'Tis the island, Martin! Our voyaging is nigh ended"

"Aye, 'tis the island!" says I

"'Tis like an island of dreah!" quoth I, "And solitary!"

"There is a perspective glass in the locker, yonder, Martin"

"Master Ada the glass I gave it to her

"Will you not look at the island?" she questioned wonderingly

"Nay, I shall see ive me the tiller and view it as you will"

"I see rocks!" says she, after soht"

"Nay, there are trees-- it all untiring, everysome new marvel; but I fell to my old, black humour, since to me this island was no better than a prison

By ht see the place very well; a srim where the seas broke in foareeny slopes with more trees thatwithin so cliffs I steered to fetch a compass about the island, and so presently opened a bay of white sand with tree-clad cliffs beyond, and before a sheet of placid water or lagoon shut off from the sea by a semicircular barrier-reef, such as Adaupon the island, I stood for this reef, against which the foa for that narrow channel through the reef, that opening aht steer into those calh, I espied it well-nigh in theup the helh place it looked, perilously narrow and with ht and left of it; inso (and all too late) I wasoff and on, until the waves should have moderated But in my folly I had sailed too near and noept onward by so nospeed So thus helpless and at ht for this perilous channel until I had soht make it; on we sped, nearer and nearer, until the spuh deafened by their roar; but this roar was pierced suddenly by a cry: "O Martin! God pity us--look!" Turning eous wave hard upon us, felt my co, I hirled aloft on this ht, buried beneath green deeps and, expectant of death, suddenly found ers clutched desperately against the back-rush of the sea