Her dreams seemed mine.  Many visions I had of the green corse of the priest, outstretching its arms in the water, to receive pale Yillah, as she sunk in the sea.

But these forebodings departed, no happiness in the universe like ours.  We lived and we loved; life and love were united; in gladness glided our days.

CHAPTER LII World Ho!

Five suns rose and set.  And Yillah pining for the shore, we turned our prow due west, and next morning came in sight of land.

It was innumerable islands; lifting themselves bluely through the azure air, and looking upon the distant sea, like haycocks in a hazy field.  Towering above all, and mid-most, rose a mighty peak; one fleecy cloud sloping against its summit; a column wreathed.  Beyond, like purple steeps in heaven at set of sun, stretched far away, what seemed lands on lands, in infinite perspective.

Gliding on, the islands grew more distinct; rising up from the billows to greet us; revealing hills, vales, and peaks, grouped within a milk-white zone of reef, so vast, that in the distance all was dim.  The jeweled vapors, ere-while hovering over these violet shores, now seemed to be shedding their gems; and as the almost level rays of the sun, shooting through the air like a variegated prism, touched the verdant land, it trembled all over with dewy sparkles.

Still nearer we came:  our sail faintly distended as the breeze died away from our vicinity to the isles.  The billows rolled listlessly by, as if conscious that their long task was nigh done; while gleamed the white reef, like the trail of a great fish in a calm.  But as yet, no sign of paddle or canoe; no distant smoke; no shining thatch.  Bravo! good comrades, we’ve discovered some new constellation in the sea.

Sweet Yillah, no more of Oroolia; see you not this flowery land?  Nevermore shall we desire to roam.

Voyaging along the zone, we came to an opening; and quitting the firmament blue of the open sea, we glided in upon the still, green waters of the wide lagoon.  Mapped out in the broad shadows of the isles, and tinted here and there with the reflected hues of the sun clouds, the mild waters stretched all around us like another sky.  Near by the break in the reef, was a little island, with palm trees harping in the breeze; an aviary of alluring sounds, that seemed calling upon us to land.  And here, Yillah, whom the sight of the verdure had made glad, threw out a merry suggestion.  Nothing less, than to plant our mast, sail-set, upon the highest hill; and fly away, island and all; trees rocking, birds caroling, flowers springing; away, away, across the wide waters, to Oroolia!  But alas! how weigh the isle’s coral anchor, leagues down in the fathomless sea?

We glanced around; but all the islands seemed slumbering in the flooding light.

“A canoe! a canoe!” cried Samoa, as three proas showed themselves rounding a neighboring shore.  Instantly we sailed for them; but after shooting to and fro for a time, and standing up and gazing at us, the Islanders retreated behind the headland.  Hardly were they out of sight, when from many a shore roundabout, other proas pushed off.  Soon the water all round us was enlivened by fleets of canoes, darting hither and thither like frighted water-fowls.  Presently they all made for one island.