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This
we
did
without
a
moment
's
hesitation
,
for
the
whistling
wind
burst
,
ever
and
anon
,
like
thunderclaps
among
the
trees
,
and
tearing
them
from
their
roots
,
hurled
them
with
violence
to
the
ground
.
Rain
cut
across
the
land
in
sheets
,
and
lightning
played
like
forked
serpents
in
the
air
,
while
high
above
the
roar
of
the
hissing
tempest
the
thunder
crashed
and
burst
and
rolled
in
awful
majesty
.
In
the
village
the
scene
was
absolutely
appalling
.
Roofs
were
blown
completely
off
the
houses
in
many
cases
,
and
in
others
the
houses
themselves
were
levelled
with
the
ground
.
In
the
midst
of
this
the
natives
were
darting
to
and
fro
--
in
some
instances
saving
their
goods
,
but
in
many
others
seeking
to
save
themselves
from
the
storm
of
destruction
that
whirled
around
them
.
But
terrific
although
the
tempest
was
on
land
,
it
was
still
more
tremendous
on
the
mighty
ocean
.
Billows
sprang
,
as
it
were
,
from
the
great
deep
,
and
while
their
crests
were
absolutely
scattered
into
white
mist
,
they
fell
upon
the
beach
with
a
crash
that
seemed
to
shake
the
solid
land
.
But
they
did
not
end
there
.
Each
successive
wave
swept
higher
and
higher
on
the
beach
until
the
ocean
lashed
its
angry
waters
among
the
trees
and
bushes
,
and
at
length
,
in
a
sheet
of
white
,
curdled
foam
,
swept
into
the
village
and
upset
and
carried
off
,
or
dashed
into
wreck
,
whole
rows
of
the
native
dwellings
!
It
was
a
sublime
,
an
awful
scene
,
calculated
,
in
some
degree
at
least
,
to
impress
the
mind
of
beholders
with
the
might
and
majesty
of
God
.
We
found
shelter
in
a
cave
that
night
and
all
the
next
day
,
during
which
time
the
storm
raged
in
fury
But
on
the
night
following
,
it
abated
somewhat
;
and
in
the
morning
we
went
to
the
village
to
seek
for
food
,
being
so
famished
with
hunger
that
we
lost
all
feeling
of
danger
and
all
wish
to
escape
in
our
desire
to
satisfy
the
cravings
of
nature
.
But
no
sooner
had
we
obtained
food
than
we
began
to
wish
that
we
had
rather
endeavoured
to
make
our
escape
into
the
mountains
.
This
we
attempted
to
do
soon
afterwards
;
but
the
natives
were
now
able
to
look
after
us
,
and
on
our
showing
a
disposition
to
avoid
observation
and
make
towards
the
mountains
,
we
were
seized
by
three
warriors
,
who
once
more
bound
our
wrists
and
thrust
us
into
our
former
prison
.
It
is
true
Jack
made
a
vigorous
resistance
,
and
knocked
down
the
first
savage
who
seized
him
with
a
well-directed
blow
of
his
fist
,
but
he
was
speedily
overpowered
by
others
.
Thus
we
were
again
prisoners
,
with
the
prospect
of
torture
and
a
violent
death
before
us
.
For
a
long
,
long
month
we
remained
in
our
dark
and
dreary
prison
,
during
which
dismal
time
we
did
not
see
the
face
of
a
human
being
except
that
of
the
silent
savage
who
brought
us
our
daily
food
.
There
have
been
one
or
two
seasons
in
my
life
during
which
I
have
felt
as
if
the
darkness
of
sorrow
and
desolation
that
crushed
my
inmost
heart
could
never
pass
away
until
death
should
make
me
cease
to
feel
.
The
present
was
such
a
season
.
During
the
first
part
of
our
confinement
we
felt
a
cold
chill
at
our
hearts
every
time
we
heard
a
footfall
near
the
cave
,
dreading
lest
it
should
prove
to
be
that
of
our
executioner
.
But
as
time
dragged
heavily
on
we
ceased
to
feel
this
alarm
,
and
began
to
experience
such
a
deep
,
irrepressible
longing
for
freedom
that
we
chafed
and
fretted
in
our
confinement
like
tigers
.
Then
a
feeling
of
despair
came
over
us
,
and
we
actually
longed
for
the
time
when
the
savages
would
take
us
forth
to
die
.
But
these
changes
took
place
very
gradually
,
and
were
mingled
sometimes
with
brighter
thoughts
;
for
there
were
times
when
we
sat
,
in
that
dark
cavern
on
our
ledge
of
rock
,
and
conversed
almost
pleasantly
about
the
past
until
we
well-nigh
forgot
the
dreary
present
.
But
we
seldom
ventured
to
touch
upon
the
future
.
A
few
decayed
leaves
and
boughs
formed
our
bed
,
and
a
scanty
supply
of
yams
and
taro
,
brought
to
us
once
a
day
,
constituted
our
food
.
