moving sail.

So thoroughly did they enjoy it all that they lingered till the sun,
nearing the western horizon, reminded them that the day was waning.

The drive home was not the least enjoyable part of the day. They took it
in leisurely fashion, by a different route from the one they had taken
in the morning, and with frequent haltings to gather berries, mosses,
lichens, grasses, and strange beautiful flowers; or to gaze with
delighted eyes upon the bare brown hills purpling in the light of the
setting sun, and the rapidly darkening vales; Sankaty lighthouse, with
the sea rolling beyond, on the one hand, and on the other the quieter
waters of the harbor, with the white houses and spires of Nantucket Town
half encircling it.

They had enjoyed their "squantum," marred by no mishap, no untoward
event, so much that it was unanimously agreed to repeat the experiment,
merely substituting some other spot for the one visited that day.

But their next excursion was to Wanwinet, situate on a narrow neck of
land that, jutting out into the sea, forms the head of the harbor;
Nantucket Town standing at the opposite end, some half dozen miles away.

Summer visitors to the latter place usually go to Wanwinet by boat, up
the harbor, taking their choice between a sailboat and a tiny steamer
which plies regularly back and forth during the season; but our 'Sconset
party drove across the moors, sometimes losing their way among the
hills, dales, and ponds, but rather enjoying that as a prolongation of
the pleasure of the drive, and spite of the detention reached their
destination in good season to partake of the dinner of all obtainable