It is little more than a sand spit for its whole length, though in some places the wind has piled up mounds, or dunes.
"Come with me, if you please, Flint," said Christy, as he leaped to the shore.
Flint followed him, as usual asking no questions, and, if he had any curiosity in regard to the purposes of his leader, he did not manifest it.

The lieutenant glanced at the trend of the shore, and then walked at right angles with it.

No part of the island was inhabited, or even occupied, except Fort Pickens and a Union camp.

It was a dismal place, especially in the fog and darkness.
A short walk brought the explorers to the waters of Pensacola Bay.

It was in vain that they tried to penetrate the gloom and the mist, and nothing could be seen.