They broke up the empty houses to make fires to warm themselves.

They began to die of hunger as well as by Indian arrows.
On went the winter, and every day some died.

Tales of cannibalism are told....This was the Starving Time.
When the leaves were red and gold, England-in-America had a population of four hundred and more.

When the dogwood and the strawberry bloomed, England-in-America had a population of but sixty.
Somewhat later than this time there came from the pen of Shakespeare a play dealing with a tempest and shipwreck and a magical isle and rescue thereon.

The bright spirit Ariel speaks of "the still-vex'd Bermoothes." These were islands "two hundred leagues from any continent," named after a Spanish Captain Bermudez who had landed there.