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lusty voice could be heard above the roar of the storm 

 telling me to come on. The darkness was intense, yet I 

 soon found the Stentor ; and on inquiring of him what had 

 become of the canoe and those who held it, he said they 

 were all right, except that one of the men had received a 

 hard knock in the stomach from the craft, and was tempo- 

 rarily laid up for repairs. On rejoining the others a few 

 moments after, I learned that the Indians had saved them- 

 selves by clinging tenaciously to the boat, and that when 

 the wave receded, their weight kept it from going to sea, 

 it being cast high up on the beach. 



After a short consultation, it was decided to remain on 

 the island that night and attempt to reach the main-land in 

 the morning, the sea then running being deemed too heavy 

 to give us much of a chance for our lives in the darkness. 

 That night was a most w-retched one to me, and I gladly 

 hailed the return of the morning; as it enabled us to 

 launch our canoe and reach the main-land in safety. When 

 we arrived there, I learned that the Indians considered the 



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island to be the resort of evil spirits; that it was their 

 wailing we had heard in the caverns ; and that it was be- 

 cause we had intruded on their ground that we met with 

 the accident, as a warning not to go there again, or take 



