Here it was very dark, the high sides with their gloomy trees showing at the top a thin line of reddening sky.

Shalah hugged the starboard shore, and as the screen of the forest caught the wind it weakened and weakened till it died away, and we moved only with the ingoing tide.

I had never been in so eery a place.

It was full of the sharp smell of pine trees, and as I sniffed the air I caught the savour of wood smoke.

Men were somewhere ahead of us in the gloom.
Shalah ran the sloop into a little creek so overgrown with vines that we had to lie flat on the thwarts to enter.