
 
		and  we  came  here  this  day  that  his  destiny  might  be  
 accomplished.”  The  Sal6n,  with  expressive  action,  
 stated  that  great  pythons  lived  in  the  cave,  and  on  
 the  island.  The  Malay,  who  come  here  every  year  
 for  the  swallows’  nests,  and  hold  a  feast  on  the  rocks  
 at  the  cave’s  mouth,  never  kill  the  python,  considering  
 him  in  some  way  associated  with  the  spirit  of  this  
 inferno.  The  Salon  come  here  to  spear  the  devil  fish,  
 and  slay  a  giant  lizard  that  frequents  the  island. 
 The  tide  was  now  running  in,  and  the  waters  of  
 the  lake  were  beginning  o  o  to  rise.  Havinog  no  taste 
 for  an  enforced  detention  within  its  walls,  we  made  
 for  the passage,  and  shortly  after  emerged  on  the  open  
 sea,  where  the  launch  lay  waiting  for  us  ;  and  the-  
 crew  stood  wondering where  we  had  been.  The  lascar  
 and  the  sea-cunny  each  had  his  tale  to  tell.  For  no  
 one  on  board  the  launch  had  ever,  in  his  twenty  years’  
 experience  of these  seas,  heard  of the hidden  lake. 
 *  #  *  *  * 
 Leaving  the  shadowy  battlements  of  the  island  
 behind  us, we  steam up Celerity Passage, wooded Domel,  
 the  isle  of  honey,  on  our  left,  and  a  low  country  of  
 brown  sandy  flats  and  pale  swamps  on  our  right. 
 Towards  evening  we  attain  once  more  the  island  
 country,  and  the  sun  sets  in  a  blaze  of  salmon-pink  
 between  Money  and  Trotter,  touching  with  its  light  
 the  crest  of  Rosy,  far  away  in  the'  purple  distance.  
 The  anchor  drops,  and  there  follows  the  peace  of  the  
 long  evening.  The  launch  ceases  from  its  hard 
 throbbing,  the  fires  are  put  out,  and  the  embers  pale.  
 The  tired  crew,  one  by  one,  drop  asleep.  Almost  the  
 last  sound  that  breaks  the  stillness  of  the  night  comes  
 from  the  sea-cunny’s  voice,  as  he  retails  his  adventures,  
 and  goes  over  in  bold  picturesque  terms  the  incidents  
 of  the  morning. 
 A  single  lantern  burns  at  the  stern.  A  world  of  
 dark  sea,  and  starry  sky,  and  the  shadowy,  immense  
 forms  of islands  brooding  on  the  horizon  lies  about  me.  
 I  am  glad  that  there  is  no  one  to  break  in  upon  my  
 solitude.  For  in  the  dusk  and  the  silence  stranOge 
 thoughts  move  through  my  mind ;  thoughts  that  are  
 luminous  one  instant, faint  and dark the next  ;  revelations  
 of  the  firmament,  and  sudden  lights  into  the  dark  
 places  of  the  human  spirit  ;  hints  of  a  world  plan,  faint  
 tremors  of  a  Creator’s  will,  fading  convictions  of  the  
 destiny  of  life. 
 VOL.  II.  577  M