They all embarked, and were soon on the deck of the
schooner, from whence they continued to fix their eyes upon the island,
while the men were heaving up the anchor. At last sail was made upon
the vessel, the garden-point was cleared, and, as they ran away with a
fair wind, each object on the shore became more indistinct. Still their
eyes were turned in that direction.
As they ran down to the westward, they passed the cove where they had
first landed, and Mr. Seagrave directed Mrs. Seagrave's attention to
it. She remained for some time looking at it in silence, and then said
as she turned away:
"We shall never be more happy than we were on that island, Seagrave."
"It will indeed be well, my dear, if we never are less happy," replied
her husband.
The schooner now ran fast through the water, and the island was every
minute less distinct; after a time, the land was below the horizon, and
the tops of the cocoa-nut trees only to be seen; these gradually
disappeared. Juno watched on, and when at last nothing could be seen,
she waved her handkerchief in the direction of the island, as if to bid
it farewell, and then went down below to hide her grief.
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