All this she had done, and still continued to walk along the shore.
On one side of the lake, and that the farthest from the nwana-tree, a low spit of land projected into the water.

It had once been but a sand-bar, but grass had grown upon it, until a green turf was formed.
There was not over a square perch of it altogether, but it was not square in shape.

On the contrary, it was of oval form, and much narrower nearest the land, where it formed a neck, or isthmus, not more than three feet in width.

It was, in short, a miniature peninsula, which by a very little work with the spade could have been converted into a miniature island--had that been desired.
Now there is nothing very remarkable about a little peninsula projecting into a lake.

In nearly every lake such a thing may be seen.