It gave me a bold, rosy look; and then, with a gay air, patted its palfrey, crying out, "Fly away, Willie!" and galloped among the trees.
I would have followed; but Willie's heels were making such a pattering among the dry leaves that pursuit would have been useless.
So I went straight home to Po-Po's, and related my adventure to the doctor.
The next day, our inquiries resulted in finding out that the stranger had been on the island about two years; that she came from Sydney; and was the wife of Mr.Bell (happy dog!), the proprietor of the sugar plantation to which I have previously referred.
To the sugar plantation we went, the same day.
The country round about was very beautiful: a level basin of verdure, surrounded by sloping hillsides.

The sugar-cane--of which there was about one hundred acres, in various stages of cultivation--looked thrifty.

A considerable tract of land, however, which seemed to have been formerly tilled, was now abandoned.
The place where they extracted the saccharine matter was under an immense shed of bamboos.

Here we saw several clumsy pieces of machinery for breaking the cane; also great kettles for boiling the sugar.

But, at present, nothing was going on.