Just when I want to explore the western coast I find it's the eastern coast.

I don't know where I'm at----" "You don't have to know where you're at to have fun," said Pee-wee.
"I know it," said Townsend; "but when I hike fifteen or twenty feet to the north coast of the island and then the island swings around and I find I'm on the south coast, I've got to hike all the way across the island again to get to the north coast and when I get there I find I'm on the west coast.

Then I cross to the east coast and in about a minute I find I'm on the southern shore.
"No matter where I go I'm somewhere else; it's discouraging.

I've walked forty-eleven miles since supper trying to keep on the western coast and here I am on the north--wait a minute--the eastern coast.

If this Island won't stay still I can't explore it." "I tell you what we can do," said Pee-wee; "we can penetrate the interior, then we'll always be in the same place." So they penetrated the interior and sprawled on the ground and chatted.
"When we find another member," said Pee-wee, "we'll have a full patrol and then we'll have to start a scout record and write down a description of the island and everything we see, because scouts have to do that because they have to be observant and they have to be accurate when they describe things." "Would you say that this little tree is near the west coast of the island ?" Townsend asked.