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reduced by distance to tiny wavelets twinkling 

 among the black boulders and feathery palms 

 which were scattered along shore. For more 

 than two hundred and seventy-five years the 

 church had stood here, and not to be outdone 

 by the strangeness of the little beach people, 

 the graveyard boasted the remains of a de- 

 scendant of a Greek Emperor, who long ago 

 had been warden. 



But again our steamer summoned us and we 

 left the dusky natives with their weird legends 

 and the tiny island which they love, and were 

 rowed steadily out beyond the two miles of 

 shallow coast. 



When we steamed away from shore that 

 night, no lights except those of the dining saloon 

 were allowed. Yet the path of the vessel made 

 a mockery of this concealment. The world did 

 not exist a hundred feet away from the ship 

 and yet there was no mist or fog. The out- 

 ward curve of the water from the bow was a 

 long slender scimitar of phosphorescence, and 

 from its cutting edge and tip flashed bits of 

 flame and brilliant steely sparks, apparently 

 suspended above the jet-black water. Along- 

 side was a steady ribbon of dull green lumi- 



