He did not know that it was a mere fractional part of the great island of Ysabel, that was again one island of a thousand, many of them greater, that composed the Solomon Islands that men marked on charts as a group of specks in the vastitude of the far-western South Pacific.
It was true, there was a somewhere else or a something beyond of which he was dimly aware.

But whatever it was, it was mystery.

Out of it, things that had not been, suddenly were.

Chickens and puarkas and cats, that he had never seen before, had a way of abruptly appearing on Meringe Plantation.

Once, even, had there been an eruption of strange four-legged, horned and hairy creatures, the images of which, registered in his brain, would have been identifiable in the brains of humans with what humans worded "goats." It was the same way with the blacks.