The Beach of Dreams

iants waist deep in the ocean, whilst the coast itself with its cliffs and rocks of black basalt and dolerite shewed clear, extraordinarily clear, with

of infinite antiquity. The last thunders of creation seemed scarcely to have died away, the last throe scarcely to have cea

the girl. She was shuddering as

on the lookout. There's no coast but hasn't some landing-place where a boat

eeping the coast parallel to

r to go to?" asked she, "they

othing but rocks-nothing but rocks. Here there is land, at all events, good land one can put one's

rd, "don't talk about swim

ys drown," sa

who next brok

said he, "take one coast with another, coasts are pretty m

he said

re definitely and the tremendous coast to starboard shewed more c

d only to emphasize the vastness of the view. The island seemed immensely remote and immense in size, the far snow-c

nets and the swimming puffins seemed scarcely to heed the intruders. Puffins

cks came to them with the crying of the shore birds; passing a headland like a vast

" cried Bompard, "big enoug

Touche. "Look over

lf a mile awa

rd lo

cks, they're wh

miraculous sight, as though they had entered a world where the original things

the shore and no longer running before the wind, mov

d island a panorama. With the twist of the helm Reality made the coast a destination. Up to this moment the uncertainty of whether they could land had held her mind, up to this moment all sorts of

g but sand, nothing but rocks, nothing but gulls. Close in now Bompard let go the sheet and th

then a few yards from the surf line it hung for a moment till the rowers suddenly gave way and moving like a relieved arrow she came on the crest of a wave, then the oars came in with a crash and the two

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