Excerpt from 'Gates of the Morning': 'Dick standing on a ledge of coral cast his eyes to the South. Behind him the breakers of the outer sea thundered and the spindrift scattered on the wind; before him stretched an ocean calm as a lake, infinite, blue, and flown about by the fishing gulls—the lagoon of Karolin. Clipped by its forty-mile ring of coral this great pond was a sea in itself, a sea of ...