One would have thought he knew his way among them.
We disembarked on a stony coast.

The stones were covered with sparse lichen.

The tide was already ebbing, leaving uncovered the sandy bottom of a sort of beach strewn with black blocks, resembling big nail-heads.
Two men were left in charge of the boat while we landed amid the rocks, and, accompanied by the other two, Captain Len Guy, the boatswain, Hunt and I proceeded towards the centre, where we found some rising ground, from whence we could see the whole extent of the islet.

But there was nothing to be seen on any side, absolutely nothing.

On coming down from the slight eminence Hunt went on in front, as it had been agreed that he was to be our guide.