On the land above the cliffs he found a tangled jungle of tropical shrubs, into which he did not penetrate, but skirted it, and, walking eastward, came out upon a delicious down or grassy slope, that faced the center of the bay.

It was a gentleman's lawn of a thousand acres, with an extremely gentle slope from the center of the island down to the sea.
A river flowing from some distant source ran eastward through this down, but at its verge, and almost encircled it.

Hazel traversed the lawn until this river, taking a sudden turn toward the sea, intercepted him at a spot which he immediately fixed on as Helen Rolleston's future residence.
Four short, thick, umbrageous trees stood close to the stream on this side, and on the eastern side was a grove of gigantic palm-trees, at whose very ankles the river ran.

Indeed, it had undermined one of these palm-trees, and that giant at this moment lay all across the stream, leaving a gap through which Hazel's eye could pierce to a great depth among those grand columns; for they stood wide apart, and there was not a vestige of brushwood, jungle, or even grass below their enormous crowns.
He christened the place St.Helen's on the spot.
He now dipped his baler into the stream and found it pure and tolerably cool.
He followed the bend of the stream; it evaded the slope and took him by its own milder descent to the sands.

Over these it flowed smooth as glass into the sea.
Hazel ran to Welch to tell him all he had discovered, and to give him his first water from the island.
He found a roan-colored pigeon, with a purplish neck, perched on the sick man's foot.