Possibly there is a station ashore." But as I studied the surf which beat upon the beach, I said, "Still bad, but not so bad.

And now, if the gods be truly kind, we shall drift by that next headland and come upon a perfectly sheltered beach, where we may land without wetting our feet." And the gods were kind.

The first and second headlands were directly in line with the south-west wind; but once around the second,--and we went perilously near,--we picked up the third headland, still in line with the wind and with the other two.

But the cove that intervened! It penetrated deep into the land, and the tide, setting in, drifted us under the shelter of the point.

Here the sea was calm, save for a heavy but smooth ground-swell, and I took in the sea-anchor and began to row.