Mr. Meeson's Will by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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page 83 of 235 (35%)
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At last, however, there came a faint glow in the east, and the daylight began to break over the stormy sea. Augusta turned her head and stared through the mist. "What is that?" she said, in a voice trembling with excitement, to the sailor Bill, who was taking his turn at the tiller; and she pointed to a dark mass that loomed up almost over them. The man looked, and then looked again; and then hallowed out joyfully, "Land--land ahead!" Up struggled Mr. Meeson on to his knees--his legs were so stiff that he could not stand--and began to stare wildly about him. "Thank God!" he cried. "Where is it? Is it New Zealand? If ever I get there, I'll stop there. I'll never get on a ship again!" "New Zealand!" growled the sailor. "Are you a fool? It's Kerguelen Land, that's what it is--where it rains all day, and nobody lives--not even a nigger. It's like enough that you'll stop there, though; for I don't reckon that anybody will come to take you off in a hurry." Mr. Meeson collapsed with a groan, and a few minutes afterwards the sun rose, while the mist grew less and less till at last it almost disappeared, revealing a grand panorama to the occupants of the boat. For before them was line upon line of jagged and lofty peaks, stretching as far as the eye could reach, gradually melting in the distance into the cold white gleam of snow. Bill slightly altered the boat's course to the southward, and, sailing round a point, she came into comparatively calm |
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