After crossing Shell Bay, the Bridget continued on for a couple of hours, running south, westerly, through a passage of a good width, until it met another channel, at a point which Mark at once recognized as the Forks.  When at Point Fork, he had only to follow the track he had come the previous day, in order to arrive at the Reef.  The crater could be seen from the Forks, and there was consequently a beacon in sight, to direct the adventurer, had he wanted such assistance; which he did not, however, since he now recognized objects perfectly well as he advanced, About ten o’clock he ran alongside of the ship, where he found everything, as he had left it.  Lighting the fire, he put on food sufficient to last him for another cruise, and then went up into the cross-trees in order to take a better look than he had yet obtained, of the state of things to the southward.

By this time the vast, murky cloud that had so long overhung the new outlet of the volcano, was dispersed.  It was succeeded by one of ordinary size, in which the thread of smoke that arose from the crater, terminated.  Of course the surrounding atmosphere was clear, and nothing but distance obstructed the view.  The Peak was indeed a sublime sight, issuing, as it did, from the ocean without any relief.  Mark now began to think he had miscalculated its height, and that it might be two thousand feet, instead of one, above the water.  There it was, in all its glory, blue and misty, but ragged and noble.  The crater was clearly many miles beyond it, the young man being satisfied, after this look, that he had not yet seen its summit.  He also increased his distance from Vulcan’s Peak, as he named the mountain, to ten leagues, at least.  After sitting in the cross-trees for fully an hour, gazing at this height with as much pleasure as the connoisseur ever studied picture, or statue, the young man determined to attempt a voyage to that place, in the Bridget.  To him, such an expedition had the charm of the novelty and change which a journey from country to town could bring to the wearied worldling, who sighed for the enjoyment of his old haunts, after a season passed in the ennui of his country-house.  It is true, great novelties had been presented to our solitary youth, by the great changes wrought immediately in his neighbourhood, and they had now kept him for a week in a condition of high excitement; but nothing they presented could equal the interest he felt in that distant mountain, which had arisen so suddenly in a horizon that he had been accustomed to see bare of any object but clouds, for near eighteen months.