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However thatsense of having just escaped froone--he could tell that by the canoe traces Gone either out to sea, or up the right stretch of the lagoon It was important to determine this

He climbed to the hill-top and swept the sea with his eyes There, away to the south-west, far away on the sea, he could distinguish the brown sails of two canoes There was so indescribably mournful and lonely in their appearance; they looked like withered leaves--brownthe beach, these things becahts for thedone their work

That they looked lonely and old and mournful, and like withered leaves blown across the sea, only heightened the horror

Dick had never seen canoes before, but he knew that these things were boats of so people, and that the people had left all those traces on the beach Howwas revealed to his subconscious intelligence, who can say?

He had climbed the boulder, and he now sat doith his knees drawn up, and his hands clasped round them Whenever he ca happened of a fateful or sinister nature

The last tihy; he had beached the little boat in such a way that she floated off, and the tide was just in the act of stealing her, and sweeping her frooon out to sea, when he returned laden with his bananas, and, rushing into the water up to his waist, saved her Another time he had fallen out of a tree, and just by a miracle escaped death Another tioon into snow, and sending the cocoa-nuts bounding and flying like tennis balls across the strand This ti, he knew not exactly what It was al to him, "Don't come here"

He watched the brown sails as they dwindled in the wind-blown blue, then he came down froe bunches, which caused him to make two journeys to the boat When the bananas were stowed he pushed off

For a long tis: a curiosity of which he was di to it It was, perhaps, the ele the unknown that ive way to it