He gave the problem up and began to wonder drowsily just what he would find at New Sparta, Dr. Gentian had a Greek wife and a pair of daughters--or was it a daughter? He saw a tall, high-breasted girl with the face of Nausicaa--then her features sharpened--feathers came on her arms--was she harpy or eagle?--He did not know, but there was a soft thunder of wings about him for an instant, that passed away into the rumble of a cart over the paving-stones, a cart bringing sweet water to the house from the Tea-Water Pump--a blackamoor got out of it, dressed in his brother Lucius' best scarlet coat and was offering him a basket of indigo in the name of Liberty as he fell asleep. 3. The rumble of the cart was in his ears again as he woke, but he translated it swiftly into accustomed sounds. Bare feet ran on the deck above him to the piping whine of the bosun's whistle--cries answered a bawling voice. He jumped out of his bunk and felt something knock at his heart. Through the round porthole, like a picture held in the circle of a Spyglass, was the white stone thumb of a lighthouse and a crawling line of foam on a beach--then, across more water, the vivid green of unexpected pines and the solid bones of land. The land had been an indented, meaningless line to starboard before, vanishing and reappearing again like a casual, evanescent mark scrawled hastily on the surface of the universal sea--now it lay broad across the path in a continent, and the sea shrank back again from the illimitable and savage world into measurable blue water, fretting the sides of a cup of rock and sand. He dressed hastily, in a mounting excitement and ran up on deck. "Have to anchor outside the bar, sir," said Captain Stout, "The Pride's a lady--she draws more'n eight feet of water, she does--Now if she was one of your nasty little French baggages, which she ain't--" Andrew nodded sagely, paying little attention. Now the actual land lay so plump before them, he felt a vast, unreasonable impatience at the various petty motions that must be gone through before they could set foot on it. The air seemed to him to smell of oranges already and he stared through the captain's spyglass feverishly, as if doing so would transport him at once to the shore. "That's the Fort," said the Captain, pointing, "Spanishy-looking affair, _I_ call it--see the lobsterback walking post? Cathedral's over there--don't know as you can make it out--" He chuckled, "Queer souls, Spaniards, and that's a fact," he confided, "No spit and polish about them--no, sir. Don't even have any Christian sort of a bellringer in the church--just a lame old codger to rattle the bells with a stick." Andrew turned to him with a thousand questions on his tongue. "How soon before we--"