CHAPTER XI.
AFTER THE STORM.
Next morning the day broke bright and calm, as if the tempest had been but an evil dream of the night, now past forever.

The birds sang loud; the lizards came forth from their holes in the wall, and basked, green and gold, in the warm, dry sunshine.

But though the sky overhead was blue and the air clear, as usually happen after these alarming tropical cyclones and rainstorms, the memorials of the great wind that had raged all night long among the forests of the island were neither few nor far between.

Everywhere the ground was strewn with leaves and branches and huge stems of cocoa-palms.

All nature was draggled.