We had now been several months upon the island, and notwithstanding our
constant watchfulness, we had not, during all this time, seen a single
sail. Of the vast multitudes of vessels that track the ocean in every
direction, not one had visited the solitary sea that lay within the
boundaries of our horizon; or if any had crossed the verge of the wide
circle, her coming and departure had been alike unobserved by us.
And now, by a variety of indications, it was manifest that the winter of
the tropical year was at hand. The steady easterly breezes, which, with
occasional variations of south-easterly, had hitherto prevailed, were
succeeded by violent and fickle winds, blowing sometimes from a dozen
different and opposite points of the compass in the course of
twenty-four hours. The brief and sudden showers which we had had at
intervals for some time past gradually became more heavy and frequent.
At length, one calm, sultry day, about noon, a storm, accompanied by
thunder and lightning came up, with so little previous notice, that
although Arthur and myself were at the time scarcely two hundred yards
from the house, we were thoroughly drenched before we could reach it.
And this proved to be no mere thunder shower, such as we had already
been two or three times surprised by. Scarcely had we got under
shelter, when the air grew so dark that it would really have been
difficult to see one's way through the grove. I had never before
witnessed any thing like this, and I began to fear that we were going to
be visited by one of those terrible hurricanes which sometimes devastate
tropical countries. The wind soon commenced blowing with such violence,
that the largest and sturdiest of the old trees that surrounded our
house, bent and swayed before its fury. Their tops lashed each other
overhead, and filled the air with clouds of leaves, whirled away upon
the tempest. Large boughs were twisted off like twigs, and strewed the
ground in every direction. The creaking and groaning of the trees; the
loud flapping of the palm-leaves, like that of a sail loose in the wind;
the howling and shrieking of the gale, as it burst in quick, fierce
gusts through the forest; with the almost total darkness that enveloped
us, were truly appalling.
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