Right opposite a majestic promontory divides the inlet from another, called after its discoverer, Captain Cook.

The face of this promontory toward Taloo is one verdant wall; and at its base the waters lie still and fathomless.

On the left hand, you just catch a peep of the widening mouth of the bay, the break in the reef by which ships enter, and, beyond, the sea.

To the right, the inlet, sweeping boldly round the promontory, runs far away into the land; where, save in one direction, the hills close in on every side, knee-deep in verdure and shooting aloft in grotesque peaks.

The open space lies at the head of the bay; in the distance it extends into a broad hazy plain lying at the foot of an amphitheatre of hills.