about these parts, afore we got red of 'em."

"It's a black, gloomy, dismal, and wretched-looking place," said
Tom, after some minutes of silent survey.






II.

First Sight of a Place destined to be better known.--A Fog Mill.--
Navigation without Wind.--Fishing.--Boarding.--Under Arrest.--
Captain Corbet defiant.--The Revenue Officials frowned down.--
Corbet triumphant.





The Antelope had left the wharf at about seven in the morning. It
was now one o'clock. For the last two or three hours there had
been but little wind, and it was the tide which had carried her
along. Drifting on in this way, they had come to within a mile of
Ile Haute, and had an opportunity of inspecting the place which Tom
had declared to be so gloomy. In truth, Tom's judgment was not
undeserved. Ile Haute arose like a solid, unbroken rock out of the
deep waters of the Bay of Fundy, its sides precipitous, and scarred
by tempest, and shattered by frost. On its summit were trees, at