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And
the
gods
were
kind
.
The
first
and
second
headlands
were
directly
in
line
with
the
south-west
wind
;
but
once
around
the
second
--
and
we
went
perilously
near
--
we
picked
up
the
third
headland
,
still
in
line
with
the
wind
and
with
the
other
two
But
the
cove
that
intervened
!
It
penetrated
deep
into
the
land
,
and
the
tide
,
setting
in
,
drifted
us
under
the
shelter
of
the
point
.
Here
the
sea
was
calm
,
save
for
a
heavy
but
smooth
ground-swell
,
and
I
took
in
the
sea-anchor
and
began
to
row
.
From
the
point
the
shore
curved
away
,
more
and
more
to
the
south
and
west
,
until
at
last
it
disclosed
a
cove
within
the
cove
,
a
little
land-locked
harbour
,
the
water
level
as
a
pond
,
broken
only
by
tiny
ripples
where
vagrant
breaths
and
wisps
of
the
storm
hurtled
down
from
over
the
frowning
wall
of
rock
that
backed
the
beach
a
hundred
feet
inshore
.
Here
were
no
seals
whatever
.
The
boat
's
stern
touched
the
hard
shingle
.
I
sprang
out
,
extending
my
hand
to
Maud
.
The
next
moment
she
was
beside
me
.
As
my
fingers
released
hers
,
she
clutched
for
my
arm
hastily
.
At
the
same
moment
I
swayed
,
as
about
to
fall
to
the
sand
.
This
was
the
startling
effect
of
the
cessation
of
motion
.
We
had
been
so
long
upon
the
moving
,
rocking
sea
that
the
stable
land
was
a
shock
to
us
.
We
expected
the
beach
to
lift
up
this
way
and
that
,
and
the
rocky
walls
to
swing
back
and
forth
like
the
sides
of
a
ship
;
and
when
we
braced
ourselves
,
automatically
,
for
these
various
expected
movements
,
their
non-occurrence
quite
overcame
our
equilibrium
.
"
I
really
must
sit
down
,
"
Maud
said
,
with
a
nervous
laugh
and
a
dizzy
gesture
,
and
forthwith
she
sat
down
on
the
sand
.
I
attended
to
making
the
boat
secure
and
joined
her
.
Thus
we
landed
on
Endeavour
Island
,
as
we
came
to
it
,
land-sick
from
long
custom
of
the
sea
.
"
Fool
!
"
I
cried
aloud
in
my
vexation
.
I
had
unloaded
the
boat
and
carried
its
contents
high
up
on
the
beach
,
where
I
had
set
about
making
a
camp
.
There
was
driftwood
,
though
not
much
,
on
the
beach
,
and
the
sight
of
a
coffee
tin
I
had
taken
from
the
Ghost
's
larder
had
given
me
the
idea
of
a
fire
.
"
Blithering
idiot
!
"
I
was
continuing
.
But
Maud
said
,
"
Tut
,
tut
,
"
in
gentle
reproval
,
and
then
asked
why
I
was
a
blithering
idiot
.
"
No
matches
,
"
I
groaned
.
"
Not
a
match
did
I
bring
.
And
now
we
shall
have
no
hot
coffee
,
soup
,
tea
,
or
anything
!
"
