It will be remembered that the appearance of Amy and Cora was so much alike that it was difficult to distinguish between them. But now they were dressed exactly alike, and a casual observer could not tell one from the other. This will account for the mistakes and confusion about to be related. When they saw the boat coming toward the island, the old man suggested that they had better walk to the lower end of the island, as the boat could safely land at that point. At the time of the landing, Amy was standing on the east side of the island with Rolla by her side. Walter being ignorant of the real facts, took her for Cora. Acting under the impulse of the moment, he sprang out of the boat, and swiftly ran to her, and folding her in his arms, said: Cora! Oh, Cora—you are safe—you are safe! I feared that we should not see you again! and he passionately kissed her. But the girl did not reciprocate, but tried to free herself from his embrace. You are mistaken, young man. My name is not Cora. Walter stared into her eyes for a moment. You say that your name is not Cora? You have lost yourself. Your reason is dethroned. You don’t know your nephew. If you are not Cora, who are you? releasing her. They continued to look into each others’ eyes for a few moments, when a gleam of satisfaction beamed in Amy’s countenance. Her bosom heaved, and instantly she threw her arms around him, and passionately exclaimed: I am Amy Powers—your long lost Amy. Walter! Oh, Walter! She could say no more, and willingly remained in his arms. Walter looked down into her sweet and agitated face a moment, and a thousand memories flashed across his mind. In his arms lay the mature woman. In her he saw the girl of his childhood—his long lost Amy. And here, locked in each other’s embrace, we must leave them, and turn our attention to other parties. Drake jumped ashore, and saw, as he supposed, Amy, standing on the west side of the island. He ran to her and clasped her in his arms and smothered her with kisses, exclaiming: Sister? dear sister! You are saved. I was afraid that you would be either killed or drowned. See here young man, said Cora. I guess that you are a persistent lover, and have learned the art of hugging and kissing to perfection—not that I have any particular fault to find—in fact, I rather like it, at least I would if it was meant for me. But it is meant for that other girl. I am not Amy, my name is Cora. Oh, Amy, Drake continued. Don’t you know me? Don’t you know your brother? Look at me Amy. Oh, young man, I see you plain enough, and rather like your looks. But I am not your sister. I don’t know you. I never saw you before. Oh, Amy, this is terrible. The Indians have turned your head, deprived you of reason, and caused you to forget your best friends. But you will know the mark on my breast, tearing his shirt open and bringing to view the anchor and ship.