her bones in Sandag Bay, and how weak it would be to consider rights so

long extinguished and misfortunes so long forgotten in the process of

time.

I had my theory of where to seek for her remains. The set of the current

and the soundings both pointed to the east side of the bay under the

ledge of rocks. If she had been lost in Sandag Bay, and if, after these

centuries, any portion of her held together, it was there that I should

find it. The water deepens, as I have said, with great rapidity, and

even close along-side the rocks several fathoms may be found. As I

walked upon the edge I could see far and wide over the sandy bottom of

the bay; the sun shone clear and green and steady in the deeps; the bay

seemed rather like a great transparent crystal, as one sees them in a

lapidary's shop; there was naught to show that it was water but an

internal trembling, a hovering within of sun-glints and netted shadows,

and now and then a faint lap and a dying bubble round the edge. The

shadows of the rocks lay out for some distance at their feet, so that my

own shadow, moving, pausing, and stooping on the top of that, reached

sometimes half across the bay. It was above all in this belt of shadows

that I hunted for the _Espirito Santo_; since it was there the undertow

ran strongest, whether in or out. Cool as the whole water seemed this

broiling day, it looked, in that part, yet cooler, and had a mysterious

invitation for the eyes. Peer as I pleased, however, I could see nothing

but a few fishes or a bush of sea-tangle, and here and there a lump of

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