He went in again, and waited.

About one o'clock the veil began to lift; a lurid sunlight stared in from the horizon: but all was black overhead.

Gradually the dust-cloud drifted away; the island saw the sun once more; and saw itself inches deep in black, and in this case fertilising, dust.

The trade-wind blew suddenly once more out of the clear east, and the surf roared again along the shore.
Meanwhile, a heavy earthquake-wave had struck part at least of the shores of Barbadoes.

The gentleman on the east coast, going out, found traces of the sea, and boats and logs washed up, some 10 to 20 feet above high-tide mark: a convulsion which seems to have gone unmarked during the general dismay.
One man at least, an old friend of John Hunter, Sir Joseph Banks and others their compeers, was above the dismay, and the superstitious panic which accompanied it.