PART II
MY SHORE ADVENTURE
CHAPTER XIII
HOW I BEGAN MY SHORE ADVENTURE
The appearance of the island when I came on deck next morning was altogether changed. Although the breeze had now utterly failed we had made a great deal of way during the night and we were now lying becalmed about half a mile to the southeast of the low eastern coast. Gray-colored woods covered a large part of the surface. This even tint was indeed broken up by streaks of yellow sandbreak in the lower lands and by many tall trees of the pine family, out-topping the others—some singly, some in clumps; but the general coloring was uniform and sad. The hills ran up clear above the vegetation in spires of naked rock. All were strangely shaped, and the Spy-glass, which was by three or four hundred feet the tallest on the island, was likewise the strangest in configuration, running up sheer from almost every side and then suddenly cut off. at the top like a pedestal to put a statue on.
The Hispaniola was rolling scuppers1 under in the
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