At last we could almost say we were in sight of the termination of our long, harassing, and disastrous journey.

Early in the morning I had told Wylie that I thought we should see the King George's Sound hills before night, but he at the time appeared rather sceptical; when, however, they did break upon our view, in picturesque though distant outline, his joy knew no bounds.

For the first time on our journey he believed we should really reach the Sound at last.

The cheering and not-to-be-mistaken view before him had dissipated all his doubts.

Once more he gazed upon objects that were familiar to him; the home of his childhood was before him, and already almost in fancy he was there, and amongst his friends; he could think, or talk of nothing else, and actually complimented me upon the successful way in which I had conducted him to the end of his journey.