Nothing, I am told, can compare with the moonlight of Ceylon, and I can well believe it.

That night I read clearly once again by the light of its rays my father's manuscript, that no point in it should escape my memory; then sank down upon my rugs and slept an uneasy sleep.
"In an hour or two, as it seemed, I was awakened by Peter, who shook me and proclaimed it time to be stirring if we meant to see the sunrise from the summit.

The moon was still resplendent as we started across the three miles or 'league of heaven' that still lay between us and the actual cone.

This league traversed, we plunged down a gully and crossed a stream whose waters danced in the silver moonlight until the eyes were dazzled, then swept in a pearly shower down numberless ledges of rock.

After this the climb began in good earnest.