Woods ran along the hills right to the verge of the cliff, but he saw no signs of inhabitants, no smoke, boat, or house.

The sound of the surf beating on the beach was audible, though the waves were not large.
High over the cliff he noted a kite soaring, with forked tail, at a great height.
Immediately afterwards he ran into another mist or vapour, thicker, if anything, and which quite obscured his view.

It seemed like a great cloud on the surface of the water, and broader than those he had previously entered.

Suddenly the canoe stopped with a tremendous jerk, which pitched him forward on his knees, the mast cracked, and there was a noise of splitting wood.

As soon as he could get up, Felix saw, to his bitter sorrow, that the canoe had split longitudinally; the water came up through the split, and the boat was held together only by the beams of the outrigger.