The tempest fell on the fourteenth day, and at the break of morning the sea-worn company saw trees and land ahead of them.

In the sunrise they landed upon an island full of noble trees, about which flights of singing birds were hovering, and in which the sweetest fruits, the most lovely flowers, and the purest and most limpid waters abounded.

Machin and his bride and their friends made an encampment on a flowery meadow in a sheltered valley, where for three days they enjoyed the sweetness and rest of the shore and the companionship of all kinds of birds and beasts, which showed no signs of fear at their presence.

On the third day a storm arose, and raged for a night over the island; and in the morning the adventurers found that their ship was nowhere to be seen.

The despair of the little company was extreme, and was increased by the condition of poor Anne, upon whom terror and remorse again fell, and so preyed upon her mind that in three days she was dead.