noon
I prevailed with him to take some nourishment ; and we slept upon the grass , at the foot of a tree . The next day I thought he seemed disposed to trace back his steps ; for , after having gazed a considerable time upon the church of the Shaddock Grove with its avenues of bamboo stretching along the plain , he made a motion as if he would return ; but , suddenly plunging into the forest , he directed his course to the north . I judged what was his design , from which I endeavoured to dissuade him in vain . At noon he arrived at that part of the island called the Gold Dust . He rushed to the seashore , opposite to the spot where the Saint Geran perished . At the sight of the Isle of Amber and its channel , then smooth as a mirror , he cried , ` Virginia ! Oh , my dear Virginia ! '