It was not a good place to land, as the bottom was chalk, washed into holes by the waves, and studded with angular flints.

As the wind was off the shore it did not matter; if it had blown from the east, his canoe might very likely have been much damaged.

The shore was overgrown with hazel to within twenty yards of the water, then the ground rose and was clothed with low ash-trees, whose boughs seemed much stunted by tempest, showing how exposed the spot was to the easterly gales of spring.

The south-west wind was shut off by the hills beyond.

Felix was so weary that for some time he did nothing save rest upon the ground, which was but scantily covered with grass.