At last the circumnavigation was accomplished, and in tranquil water the boat cruised along under the sheltered shore of the island.

The sail was lowered, oars were put out, the invalids sat up, and Bowler, standing up in the bows, scanned the coast for a likely landing-place.
He had not to search long.

A little natural pier of rock ran out invitingly, alongside which the boat was slowly and triumphantly brought.
"Now, you fellows," said Crashford, "here goes for first on shore.

Out of the way, Tubby.

Hurrah for New Swishford!" And he leapt on shore, half capsizing the boat as he did so.
Bowler found his authority unequal to the task of controlling the enthusiasm of his fellow-emigrants, and he had to let them land as they pleased, while he and Gayford grimly held the boat alongside.
When all but Tubbs were ashore, their patience could hold out no longer.
They followed the general rush, Bowler crying out to Tubbs as he sprang ashore-- "See and make her fast, Tubbs, and land the grub, will you?
We'll be back directly." And off he scampered with the rest, to join in the ceremony of capturing the island.
Now Tubbs was not the best man who could have been chosen to execute so important a trust as that laid upon him; and Bowler, had he been rather less excited at the moment, would have thought twice before he left him to perform it.