When the Baron of _Leri_ went with Letters Patents, to be Governor of _Nova Francia_, and by stress of Weather in his Voyage, was forc’d to put in at _Sable_, where he found the remainder of _La Roches_ People, who being from fifty reduced to twelve, having clad themselves in Sea-Wolves Skins, they had not onely lost their former _French_ Civilities, but forgot in a manner their Religion, much of their Language, and what they were, being as if Metamorphos’d into bestial Salvages. [Sidenote: If some did not come accidentally to _America_.] And although we have already controverted the improbability of Peopling _America_, either by accident of Storm, or set purpose; yet it may be possible that so it might happen, for as the several vertues of Plants, Herbs, Precious-Stones, and Minerals, though strangely occult, and so altogether unknown, that what could never be found by Art, meer chance hath brought to light, and their wondrous qualities, some casual accident hath made apparent; so strange and remote Countreys never to be found in our Charts, or Maps, nor Registred in any Story, Seamen bound to their intended Harbors, have stumbled on by chance, either Hood-wink’d by blind Mists, or forc’d upon by pertinatious Weather; of which _America_ may be her own witness, for how was _Columbus_ stirr’d up, but by incitations of the Journals of a Sea-Captain, dying in his House, driven on the _American_ Islands by foul Weather. [Sidenote: _America_ was Peopled presently after the Flood.] [Sidenote: Giants in _America_.] [Sidenote: _Conjurati fratres_, _Virg. Georg._] [Sidenote: The Flood acknowledg’d there.]