The Lion's Head was thirty-eight hundred and thirty-five feet.

I saw the captain and the third officer triangulate it." "I've raked and combed the sea," Captain Doane would then break out, "and the teeth of my comb are not so wide apart as to let slip through a four- thousand-foot peak." "Strange, strange," the Ancient Mariner would next mutter, half to his cogitating soul, half aloud to the treasure-seekers.

Then, with a sudden brightening, he would add: "But, of course, the variation has changed, Captain Doane.

Have you allowed for the change in variation for half a century! That should make a grave difference.

Why, as I understand it, who am no navigator, the variation was not so definitely and accurately known in those days as now." "Latitude was latitude, and longitude was longitude," would be the captain's retort.