whatever in the symphony we played together on that sweet Coral
Island; and I am now persuaded that this was owing to our having
been all tuned to the same key, namely, that of LOVE! Yes, we
loved one another with much fervency while we lived on that island;
and, for the matter of that, we love each other still.

And while I am on this subject, or rather the subject that just
preceded it - namely, the tides - I may here remark on another
curious natural phenomenon. We found that there was little or no
twilight in this island. We had a distinct remembrance of the
charming long twilight at home, which some people think the most
delightful part of the day, though for my part I have always
preferred sunrise; and when we first landed, we used to sit down on
some rocky point or eminence, at the close of our day's work, to
enjoy the evening breeze; but no sooner had the sun sunk below the
horizon than all became suddenly dark. This rendered it necessary
that we should watch the sun when we happened to be out hunting,
for to be suddenly left in the dark while in the woods was very
perplexing, as, although the stars shone with great beauty and
brilliancy, they could not pierce through the thick umbrageous
boughs that interlaced above our heads.

But, to return: After having told all we could to Peterkin about
the Diamond Cave under Spouting Cliff, as we named the locality, we
were wending our way rapidly homewards, when a grunt and a squeal
were borne down by the land breeze to our ears.

"That's the ticket!" was Peterkin's remarkable exclamation, as he
started convulsively, and levelled his spear.