The effect was magical.

The glow transfigured the whole island for miles.

It was, in fact, the blaze that Felix Thurstan had noted and remarked upon as he stood that evening on the silent deck of the Australasian.
Tu-Kila-Kila gazed at it with horrid childish glee.

"A fine fire!" he said, gayly.

"A fire worthy of a god.