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shimmering light. I think that it was the most welcome stretch of land our eyes ever greeted. We steered for a sort of cove in the lea of a jutting promontory that terminated the Island Eastward and running [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] in with out difficulty lowered the sail and secured the boat to the roots of an old beech tree which leaned from the shore. When [[strikethrough]] d [/strikethrough]] riding in the wind I come under the shelter of a hill, it never fails to recall to my mind the ineffable sence of relief and security which we experienced on [[strikethrough]] we [[/strikethrough]] entirely this natural harbor. Burton, taking Mable in his arms, was the first to leap ashore and directed me to follow with his fowling piece and the sail. [[strikethrough]] while [/strikethrough]] Arnheim after assuring himself that no tide could endanger her at her moorings, left the boat, and rejoined us on the ridge of the