That daylight brought a little breeze with it which was cool and
soft as it came off the ocean that, for some hours, had been free from
the burning rays of the sun; and Charke made his way along the beach
while glancing everywhere, as he had done during his search of
yesterday,--into every spot wherein, if any one, anything, had come
ashore, they would probably have been cast. But as it had been when he
proceeded towards the left or south, so it was now as he went towards
the right or north end of the island. He found nothing; not even, this
time, a rag of clothing or a spar from the ship. He observed, however,
amongst other things of which his vigilant eyes took notice, that here
the formation of the island was considerably different from what it
had been on the southern side. There, as he made his way back inland
to Bella, cutting across from the eastern to the western shore, he had
found the glades and groves almost flat, except for small knolls and
little eminences on which, as everywhere else, there grew the long,
deep-green grass, the cocoa trees and tamarinds, and the flowering
shrubs and bushes. But here, upon the side he was now following, all
was very different. Inland, he could perceive that the surface rose
until it developed into quite high hills, and that those hills,
forming into spurs as they ran down to the water's edge, created a
number of little bays or coves, some of them being scarcely more than
fifty yards in breadth. Also he perceived that on high, where the
crests or summits of these spurs were, their sides were abrupt
declivities resembling often the sheer sides of cliffs instead of
sloping gradually and being covered by the deep emerald-green, velvety
grass. And they were white as English cliffs--as those of Dover!--and,
sometimes, as precipitous. Huge masses, too, of fallen, crumbling rock
lay tumbled together at their base and in the tiny valleys which they
formed between them, and gave, thereby, signs of either a convulsion
which had some time or another taken place, or of their lack of
solidity and insecure composition. 'I shall have,' Charke thought, 'a
mountainous, up-and-down kind of return journey if I go back to her
inland. Yet it will cut off a good deal of the way and make it easier
for me.'
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