There was an entrance to the tiny bay through which a schooner might barely have scraped her way.

Beyond the mouth lay a wonder land.

The pool was as round as a dish and its water the bluest they had ever seen.

Straight across from the entrance a cliff of granite towered for a hundred feet or more, its tree-clad summit almost leaning over the boats at anchor.

Its face was clothed with vines and dwarf evergreens and birches.