got into the boat and pulled on shore.

When they landed, they found that they could see nothing of the
interior of the island, the cocoa-nut groves were so thick; but to
their right they perceived, at about a quarter of a mile off, a small
sandy cove, with brushwood growing in front of the cocoa-nut trees.

"That," said Ready, pointing to it, "must be our location. Let us get
into the boat again and pull to it."

In a few minutes they arrived at the cove; the water was shallow, and
as clear as crystal. Beneath the boat's bottom they could see beautiful
shells, and the fish darting about in every direction.

The sand extended about forty yards from the water, and then commenced
the brushwood, which ran back about forty yards further, intermingled
with single cocoa-nut trees, until it joined the cocoa-nut grove. They
pulled the boat in and landed.

"What a lovely spot this is!" exclaimed Mr. Seagrave; "and perhaps
mortal man has never yet visited it till now: those cocoa-nuts have
borne their fruit year after year, have died, and others have sprung up
in their stead; and here has this spot remained, perhaps for centuries,
all ready for man to live in, and to enjoy whenever he should come to
it."

"Providence is bountiful, Mr. Seagrave," replied Ready, "and supplies
our wants when we least expect it. If you please we will walk a little
way into the wood: take the gun as a precaution, sir; not that there
appears to be much occasion for it - there is seldom anything wild on