Finally the boat turned toward land and, a little later, Daddy Bunker said they were near Atlantic Highlands. Then the steamer slowly swung up to a big pier, the gangplank was run out, and the six little Bunkers, with their father and mother and the other passengers, got off, their tickets being taken up as they left the boat.
A train was waiting at the pier, and soon, with the Bunkers in one of the coaches, it was puffing down the track, along the edge of the water. Above the train towered the high hills which gave Atlantic Highlands its name.
On the heights, at a station called "Highlands," are two big lighthouses.
The Highland light is as bright as ninety-five million candles, and on a clear night can be seen flashing for many miles.
"Could we come down and see the light some night?" asked Russ, as his father told him about it.
"Yes, I think so," was the answer. "But get ready now. We shall soon be at Cousin Tom's place."
The train rumbled over a bridge across the Shrewsbury river, which flows into Sandy Hook Bay, and then, after passing a few more stations, the brakeman cried:
"Seaview! Seaview! All out for Seaview!"
"Oh, now we're at Cousin Tom's!" cried Rose. "Won't we have fun?"
"Lots!" agreed Russ.