How cool and beautiful that green looked in the stark, abominable wilderness! On one side they could see the high rock--the accursed rock which had tempted them to their ruin.

On the other the river curved, and the sun gleamed upon the water.

Oh, that liquid gleam, and the insurgent animal cravings, the brutal primitive longings, which for the instant took the soul out of all of them! They had lost families, countries, liberty, everything, but it was only of water, water, water, that they could think.

Mr.
Stuart in his delirium began roaring for oranges, and it was insufferable for them to have to listen to him.

Only the rough, sturdy Irishman rose superior to that bodily craving.