A heavy breath rose from immemorial marshes, from the ancient floor of the forest.

When clouds gathered and storms burst, they amazed the heart with their fearful thunderings and lightnings.

The colonists had no well, but drank from the river, and at neither high nor low tide found the water wholesome.

While the ships were here they had help of ship stores, but now they must subsist upon the grain that they had in the storehouse, now scant and poor enough.

They might fish and hunt, but against such resources stood fever and inexperience and weakness, and in the woods the lurking savages.