As he was speaking thus, one of the brethren rose up with a cry, and, shading his eyes with his hand, pointed into the west.  Far away in the shimmer of the sea and the clouds they perceived an outline of land, and they changed their course a little to come to it.  The wind carried them bravely on, and they began to distinguish blue rounded hills and ridges, and a little later green woodland, and still later, on the edge of twilight, the white gleam of waters, and glimpses of open lawns tinged with the colour of grasses in flower.