Instead of a rocky gorge he now saw the shimmering of water, and a fresh exclamation of surprise fell from his lips.
"Can this be fairyland ?" he cried, completely dazed.
"We must be dreaming, Hugh," murmured she.

The party stood at the water's edge, looking up through the miniature canon, the rushing of distant rapids coming to their ears.
The boats were lowered, and the oarsmen were soon pulling sturdily between the tall twins.

These frowning monsters formed a perfect gateway from the sea to the home of the savages.

Hugh felt that he was shut off forever from the outside world as he surveyed, with sinking heart, the portals through which they had passed.

Soon a second landing was made, this time upon soft, rich soil, instead of crunching sand.