On rounding a spur of down he saw that the river debouched into a much wider lake, which he conjectured must be the Sweet Waters.

He went on till he reached the mouth of the river, and had then no doubt that he was standing once more on the shore of the Sweet Water sea.

On this, the southern side, the banks were low; on the other, a steep chalky cliff almost overhung the river, and jutted out into the lake, curving somewhat towards him.

A fort on that cliff would command the entrance to the river; the cliff was a natural breakwater, so that there was a haven at its base.

The river appeared broad and deep enough for navigation, so that vessels could pass from the great Lake to the inland water; about six or seven miles, he supposed.
Felix was much taken with this spot; the beauty of the inland lake, the evident richness of the soil, the river communicating with the great Lake, the cliff commanding its entrance; never, in all his wanderings, had he seen a district so well suited for a settlement and the founding of a city.