It was a land fertile and diversified by valleys and hills.
As far as the eye could reach the land extended.
All was luxuriant foliage and thrifty growth.
The trees and shrubs were of kinds not common in southern countries.
Frank gazed upon the scene with wonderment.
“I am satisfied that this is not an island,” he declared.
“Never!” agreed Roger. “If it is not a continent, then I’m wrong. See that mighty river where it empties into the sea.”
“Is it river or lagoon?”
“A river.”
Frank studied it with his glass.