"Ach," says Kreps, and the tears trickled down under his spectacles.
"Gott sei dank! I am mude of the sea. It iss too large."
"How she get up them high?" Kamelillo says. "No! Maybe dam hen fly
up. Not me. No!"
We coasted by the east side a little way and came to a place where
the water was quiet and black in a slip of maybe a hundred feet in
width, where the bluff had broken in two. The channel appeared to
curve, so that you could only see a little way up. We dropped sail
and pulled through. It might have been twenty feet deep in the
channel, being high tide, and running in slow. Wine-palms and
cocoanut trees grew on the bluffs on each side. Some leaned over,
with roots out where the earth had caved away. We came about the
curve and saw a closed bay, shut in by the bluffs from the outer sea
and even the winds. It was wooded on the north and very rocky on the
south, and might have been a quarter of a mile across. We landed on
the north side and camped, and set a signal on the bluffs, and then
we laid off to wait for accidents. I knew there were whalers cruising
in the neighbourhood, and thought likely it would be seen.
Now Liebchen came in one day at high tide, chasing those little
goggle-eyed squids that lived so many in the harbour.
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