Changing only with the change of the sun and the
clouds, the waving green mass had stood there for century after century,
and the water had run between its banks ceaselessly, sometimes washing
away earth and sometimes the branches of trees, while in other parts of
the world one town had risen upon the ruins of another town, and the men
in the towns had become more and more articulate and unlike each other.
A few miles of this river were visible from the top of the mountain
where some weeks before the party from the hotel had picnicked. Susan
and Arthur had seen it as they kissed each other, and Terence and Rachel
as they sat talking about Richmond, and Evelyn and Perrott as they
strolled about, imagining that they were great captains sent to colonise
the world. They had seen the broad blue mark across the sand where it
flowed into the sea, and the green cloud of trees mass themselves about
it farther up, and finally hide its waters altogether from sight. At
intervals for the first twenty miles or so houses were scattered on the
bank; by degrees the houses became huts, and, later still, there was
neither hut nor house, but trees and grass, which were seen only by
hunters, explorers, or merchants, marching or sailing, but making no
settlement.
By leaving Santa Marina early in the morning, driving twenty miles
and riding eight, the party, which was composed finally of six English
people, reached the river-side as the night fell.
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