Jack actually started, when he first ascertained how distinctly and near
the glass he was using brought distant objects. The gulls that sailed
across its disk, though a league off, appeared as if near enough to be
touched by the hand, and even their feathers gave out not only their
hues, but their forms. Thus, too, was it with the surface of the ocean,
of which the little waves that agitated the water of the reef, might
be seen tossing up and down, at more than twice the range of the
Poughkeepsie's heaviest gun. Naked rocks, low and subdued as they were
in colour, too, were to be noted, scattered up and down in the panorama.
At length Tier fancied his glass covered a field that he recognized. It
was distant, but might be seen from his present elevation. A second look
satisfied him he was right; and he next clearly traced the last channel
in which they had endeavoured to escape from Spike, or that in which the
boat had been taken. Following it along, by slowly moving the glass,
he actually hit the rock on which Mulford had been deserted. It was
peculiar in shape, size, and elevation above the water, and connected
with the circumstance of the channel, which was easily enough seen by
the colour of the water, and more easily from his height than if he had
been in it, he could not be mistaken. The little fellow's heart beat
quick as he made the glass move slowly over its surface, anxiously
searching for the form of the mate. It was not to be seen. A second,
and a more careful sweep of the glass, made it certain that the rock was
deserted.
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