"There is Fort Oliver," exclaimed Collishaw at last, and he pointed ahead. She rose from her seat at the companionway and stood beside him, as he indicated the objects of interest that could be seen but dimly at the distance.
"The village snuggles at the foot of such slopes as we have been passing," he told her. "There is a little valley going back for several miles, and through it a small stream runs. Just now it is swollen by rains, but later on it will be almost dry. There is a good sloping beach of shingle, in the form of a crescent. It extends from the hill on this side to the old fort occupying a point of land at the mouth of the creek.
"There! see that big white building. That's the Mission House and hospital. It's a roomy place, for Father David always keeps two or three spare be
