At last, dashing against the wall of the cliff; they played there in unceasing fountains.

But under the brow of a beetling crag, the spray came and went unequally.

There, the blue billows seemed swallowed up, and lost.
Right regally was Juam guarded.

For, at this point, the rock was pierced by a cave, into which the great waves chased each other like lions; after a hollow, subterraneous roaring issuing forth with manes disheveled.
Cautiously evading the dangerous currents here ruffling the lagoon, we rounded the wall of cliff; and shot upon a smooth expanse; on one side, hemmed in by the long, verdent, northern shore of Juam; and across the water, sentineled by its tributary islets.
With sonorous Vee-Vee in the shark's mouth, we swept toward the beach, tumultuous with a throng.
Our canoes were secured.

And surrounded by eager glances, we passed the lower ends of several populous valleys; and crossing a wide, open meadow, gradually ascending, came to a range of light-green bluffs.
Here, we wended our way down a narrow defile, almost cleaving this quarter of the island to its base.