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"
If
it
is
an
island
--
"
Now
,
toward
the
end
of
the
afternoon
,
the
mirages
were
settling
a
little
.
They
found
the
end
of
the
island
,
quite
distinct
,
and
not
magicked
out
of
shape
or
sense
.
There
was
a
jumble
of
the
usual
squareness
,
with
one
great
block
sitting
out
in
the
lagoon
.
Sea
birds
were
nesting
there
.
"
Like
icing
,
"
said
Ralph
,
"
on
a
pink
cake
.
"
"
We
sha
n't
see
round
this
corner
,
"
said
Jack
,
"
because
there
is
n't
one
.
Only
a
slow
curve
--
and
you
can
see
,
the
rocks
get
worse
--
"
Ralph
shaded
his
eyes
and
followed
the
jagged
outline
of
the
crags
up
toward
the
mountain
.
This
part
of
the
beach
was
nearer
the
mountain
than
any
other
that
they
had
seen
.
"
We
'll
try
climbing
the
mountain
from
here
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
should
think
this
is
the
easiest
way
.
There
's
less
of
that
jungly
stuff
;
and
more
pink
rock
.
Come
on
.
"
The
three
boys
began
to
scramble
up
.
Some
unknown
force
had
wrenched
and
shattered
these
cubes
so
that
they
lay
askew
,
often
piled
diminishingly
on
each
other
.
The
most
usual
feature
of
the
rock
was
a
pink
cliff
surmounted
by
a
skewed
block
;
and
that
again
surmounted
,
and
that
again
,
till
the
pinkness
became
a
stack
of
balanced
rock
projecting
through
the
looped
fantasy
of
the
forest
creepers
.
Where
the
pink
cliffs
rose
out
of
the
ground
there
were
often
narrow
tracks
winding
upwards
.
They
could
edge
along
them
,
deep
in
the
plant
world
,
their
faces
to
the
rock
.
"
What
made
this
track
?
"
Jack
paused
,
wiping
the
sweat
from
his
face
.
Ralph
stood
by
him
,
breathless
.
"
Men
?
"
