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BOOK I-13
ON EITHER SIDE LAY a great sweep of waving blue water. Calm, almost as a lake, sapphire here, and here with the tints of the aquamarine. Water so clear that fathoms away below you could see the branching coral, the schools of passing fish, and the shadows of the fish upon the spaces of sand. Before them the clear water washed the sands of a white beach, the cocoa-palms waved and whispered in the breeze; and as the oarsman lay on his oars to look a flock of bluebirds rose, as if suddenly freed from the treetops, wheeled, and passed soundless, like a wreath of smoke, over the tree-tops of the higher land beyond. “Look!” shouted d**k, who had his nose over the side of the boat. “Look at the FISH!” “Mr. Button,” cried Emmeline, “where are we?” “Bedad, I dunno; but we might be in a worse pl
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