The Swan had disappeared.

Not a sign of her remained, not so much as a floating timber showed on the surface of the water.
Roger crawled back again for some distance, and then threw himself down, and wept despairingly.

He lay there for hours, until the heat of the sun, blazing almost vertically down, roused him.

Then he got on to his feet and looked round.
In front of him stretched a slightly undulating country.

Patches of maize, here and there, showed that it was cultivated; and in the distance he saw a large village, with buildings of a size that proved that the people had made some advance towards civilization.
Slowly and painfully, for he was greatly bruised by his fall, he made his way to the nearest maize patch, and ate several heads of green corn.