eyesight.

The eyes of Mr. Fogo, as Caleb pulled sturdily up with the tide, were
passing through the first of these stages.

"This," he said at length, reflectively, "is one of the loveliest
spots I have looked upon."

Caleb, in whom humanity and Trojanity were nicely compounded, flushed
a bright copper-colour with pleasure.

"'Tes reckoned a tidy spot," he answered modestly, "by them as cares
for voos an' such-like."

"There, now," he went on, after a pause, and turning round, "yonder's
Kit's House, wi' Kit's Cottage, next door. You can't see the house
so plain, 'cos 'tes behind the trees. But there 'tes, right enough."

"Is the cottage uninhabited, too?"

"Both on 'em. Ha'nted they _do_ say. By the way, I niver axed 'ee
whether you minded ghostes?"

"Ghosts?"

"Iss, ghostes. This 'ere place was a Lazarus one time, where they
kept leppards."

"Leopards? How very singular!" murmured Mr. Fogo.