On the nearer island could be seen long sand reaches, and dark rounded hills, and in a hollow of the hills the clustered lights.

When the moonlight was bright the master of the schooner lowered a boat and set Caius and his traps ashore, telling him that some day when the gale was over he could make his way to the island of Cloud.

The skipper said that the gale might blow one day, or two, or three, or more, but it could not blow always, and in the meantime there was entertainment to be had for those who could pay for it on the nearer isle.
When Caius stood upon the beach with his portmanteaus beside him, some half a dozen men clustered round; in their thick garments and mufflers they looked outlandish enough.

They spoke English, and after much talking they bore his things to a small house on the hillside.

He heard the wind clamour against the wooden walls of this domicile as he stood in its porch before the door was opened.