The gentle rippling of the waves, the varied verdure of the woods, and the multitude of novelties around us, would have filled us with delight, but for the painful recollection of those who, we now were compelled to believe, were buried beneath that glittering water.

We did not feel less, however, the mercy of God, who had preserved us, and given us a home, with a prospect of subsistence and safety.

We had not yet met with any dangerous animals, nor could we perceive any huts of savages.

I remarked to my son that God seemed to have destined us to a solitary life in this rich country, unless some vessel should reach these shores.

"And His will be done!" added I; "it must be for the best.