“Yes, my quick young judge,” he said laughing. “Wait till we get closer in,” he continued, using his glass; “or no, you can see now; look, Nat.”
He handed me the glass, and as I looked through, my heart seemed to give a great throb, for the lovely picture I gazed upon seemed to more than realise my dreams.
For what at a distance looked to be a sunlit rocky shore, proved through the glass to be a land with lovely shaped trees growing to the edges of the cliffs, which were covered with wonderful shrubs and creepers. Even the rocks looked to be of beautiful colours, and every here and there I could see lovely little bays and nooks, edged with glistening white sand, upon which the crystal water played, sparkling like diamonds and sapphires in the sun.
“Oh, uncle!” I cried.
“Well, Nat, will that place do for a beginning?”
“How soon can we get ashore?” I cried excitedly in answer.
“In a couple of hours, now, Nat; but I said will this place do?”
“Oh, uncle!” I cried, “it was worth coming all the way to see. I could wander about there for months. Shall I get the guns out of the cases?”
“Gently, gently,” he said laughing; “let’s get into harbour first.”