A FEW DAYS ON LAND I was much impressed on touching land.

Ned Land tried the soil with his feet, as if to take possession of it.

However, it was only two months before that we had become, according to Captain Nemo, "passengers on board the Nautilus," but, in reality, prisoners of its commander.
In a few minutes we were within musket-shot of the coast.

The whole horizon was hidden behind a beautiful curtain of forests.

Enormous trees, the trunks of which attained a height of 200 feet, were tied to each other by garlands of bindweed, real natural hammocks, which a light breeze rocked.