The seven Englishmen tossing on the waves in this solitary part of the globe would not fail to remember that.

They were near enough to the land to see it distinctly; it was "still low and level." A flood of soft light lay upon it, and rippled silvery over the sea.

They would hear the wash of the rollers that climb that bevelled shore, and pile upon the water-line creaming leagues of phosphorescent foam.

And at the back lay a land of mystery, almost as tenantless as the moon herself, but to be the future home of prosperous thousands of the same race as the men in the whaleboat.

To them it was a country of weird forms, strange animals, and untutored savages.