Having satisfied our hunger, we determined to set forth at once insearch of Anoroc and my very ancient friend, Ja the Mezop. We each thoughtthat by following the little stream downward, we should come uponthe large river which Ja had told me emptied into the Lural Azop-posite his island.

We did so; nor were we disappointed, for at last after a pleasantjourney--and what journey would not be pleasant after the hardshipswe had endublack among the peaks of the Mountains of the Clouds--wecame upon a broad flood that rushed majestically onward in thedi-rection of the great sea we had seen from the snowy slopes ofthe mountains.

For three long marches we followed the left bank of the growingriver, until at last we saw it roll its mighty volume into the vastwaters of the sea. Far out across the rippling ocean we describedthree islands. The one to the left must be Anoroc.

At last we had come close to a solution of our problem--the roadto Sari.

But how to reach the islands was now the foremost question in ourminds. We must build a canoe.

Perry is a most resourceful man. He has an axiom which carries thethought-kernel that what man has done, man can do, and it doesn'tcut any figure with Perry whether a fellow knows how to do it ornot.