The coast of the mainland across the narrow strait seemed close at hand, piled with great, soft, green mountains above the black cliffs, tier after tier of them stretching inland as far as the eye could see.

In the valleys between them nestled forests, dark and deep, and in one place I saw the thin lines of smoke rising, which told of houses.
The hill which made the best part of this island barred my view to the westward, but it was not high enough to hide the mountain tops on the mainland altogether.

There was a fire lighted on it this morning as if it might be a beacon.

I minded that Phelim had said that they would call the fishers from the mainland to come over for us when they might venture, and I supposed that this was their signal.
I looked across, past the tall, black cross to where Gerda's hut stood, and it was as I had last seen it.

The folds of the curtain at the door had not been moved, and Phelim's crook stood where he set it.