In due time they arrived at Plymouth without accident, where they found Peter waiting with as much luggage as a bride would take on her honeymoon. It proved to be mostly articles for capturing butterflies, and cases for preserving them much to the disgust of Philip, who hated his yacht to be overloaded with such débris. With that painful candour which prevailed between them, he told Peter that he would only take half; but the meek doctor waxed indignant, and refused to go without all these, what he called, "necessaries." So, in the end, Philip had to give in.
Then The Bohemian turned her prow westward, and dipping her nose in the salt brine, followed in the track of Columbus.
CHAPTER IV.
IN THE TRACK OF COLUMBUS.
Spread sails, out oars, the galley's beak
Points westward where the sunset dies.
The fabled land of gold we seek,
Which glows beneath the tropic skies,—
A jewelled land of Paradise;
The waters round our prow are curled,
White foam bells streak their turquoise blue,