It must have taken thousands of years for so many little shell-fish to pile themselves up into a quarrying-ground.

We now went over to the light-house, and climbed to the top of it, where we had a view that made Rectus feel even better than he felt in the cemetery at Savannah.
When we came down, we started for the beach and stopped a little while at the old Spanish light-house, which looked more like a cracker-bakery than anything else, but I suppose it was good enough for all the ships the Spaniards had to light up.

We would have cared more for the old light-house if it had not had an inscription on it that said it had been destroyed, and rebuilt by some American.

After that, we considered it merely in the light of a chromo.
We had a good time on the island, and stayed nearly all day.

Toward the end of the afternoon, we started back for the creek and our boat.