So steering was easy and pleasant; one just had to keep the ark's nose towards the distant domes and pinnacles of a town that shone and glittered on the shore a few miles away.

And the town grew nearer and nearer, and the black streak that was the people of the town began to show white dots that were the people's faces.

And then the ark was moored against a quay side, and a friendly populace cheered as Mr.Noah stepped on to firm land, to be welcomed by the governor of the town and a choice selection of eminent citizens.
'It's quite an event for them,' said Mr.Perrin.

'They don't have much happening here.

A very lazy lot they be, almost as bad as Somnolentia.' 'What makes them lazy ?' Lucy asked.
'It's owing to the onions and potatoes growing wild in these parts, I believe,' said the Lord High Islander.