The next was smaller, and both were wooded, with low hills, but poorly watered.

They found goats and foxes abounding on each, but no indication that a human being had ever been there.

All about on every side was the vast ocean, stretching as far as the eye could reach, with the eternal wash of waves on the rocks.
Spreading their tent on the shore, they passed the night on the island nearest their own, and were greatly annoyed by foxes and mosquitoes, so that with early dawn they were glad to return home.
One never knows how to appreciate home until they have been away, and John seemed to take a new interest in his house, fields and the tame goats of his island.
Yet in the night, when slumber had sealed his eyelids, he saw in that far-away home his wife's pale face, and felt his baby's soft arms once more about his neck, and in his agony he cried out: "God send some ship to deliver me!" Day by day as the years rolled on, John Stevens saw more and more to admire in the companion with whom his lot was cast.

When he was sick or tired she watched over him with all the tender care of a sister or mother.

When he was saddest she whispered words of hope and cheer in his ear.