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
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