Chapter 66
With A Fair Wind, At Sunrise They Sail True each to his word, up came the sun, and round to my isle came Media. How glorious a morning! The new-born clouds all dappled with gold, and streaked with violet; the sun in high spirits; and the pleasant air cooled overnight by the blending circumambient fountains, forever playing all round the reef; the lagoon within, the coral-rimmed basin, into which they poured, subsiding, hereabouts, into green tranquillity. But what monsters of canoes! Would they devour an innocent voyager? their great black prows curling aloft, and thrown back like trunks of elephants; a dark, snaky length behind, like the sea-serpent's train. The prow of the foremost terminated in a large, open, shark's mouth, garnished with ten rows of pearly human teeth, cur
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