It consisted of two mountains, which seemed to be nearly four thousand feet high.

They were separated from each other by a broad valley, whose thick- growing trees ascended a considerable distance up the mountain sides; and rich level plains, or meadow-land, spread round the base of the mountains, except at the point immediately opposite the large valley, where a river seemed to carry the trees, as it were, along with it down to the white sandy shore.

The mountain tops, unlike those of our Coral Island, were sharp, needle-shaped, and bare, while their sides were more rugged and grand in outline than anything I had yet seen in those seas.
Bloody Bill was beside me when the island first hove in sight.
"Ha!" he exclaimed, "I know that island well.

They call it Emo." "Have you been here before, then ?" I inquired.
"Ay, that I have, often, and so has this schooner.

'Tis a famous island for sandal-wood.