The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern StoryCervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
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The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern Story
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Voyages and travels -- Fiction
The anguish they were in was too great to allow of the relief of
sleep; so they passed the night in watching. Day came at last; not,
however, bringing with it any comfort, but only more sorrow, because
it presented to their view the prospect of sea as far as the eye could
discern on every side; and though they gazed anxiously, hoping to
catch a sight of the barge, which bore with it their very hearts away;
or even some other ship or boat, to give them succour in their sore
distress, yet nothing could they discover but an island on the left
hand, the sight of which gave them both joy and fear--joy to see land
so near, fear lest they should be unable to reach it unless the wind
drove them ashore.
Maurice felt more confident on the subject of their safety than
anybody; because, as I before told you, he knew by his astrological
science that this misfortune did not portend death, but only very great
inconvenience to those who had to undergo it.
And so it happened, that at length, by the favouring winds, and the
mercy of Heaven, the little boat reached the island, and they came
ashore in a spacious bay. Not a human being appeared, nothing but snow
which covered the face of everything. Miserable and fearful indeed are
the perils of the ocean, since they who had experienced them could
rejoice to change them for the worst the land could offer. The snows of
this desert coast to them seemed a pleasant prospect; and even its very
solitude was welcome.
They disembarked. The boy, Antonio, carried the ladies safe to land;
Maurice followed; and the party collected together under the shelter
of a large rock that was not far from the bay, in which they landed,
having first carefully drawn their boat on shore, since in it, under
God, lay their hope of escape.
Antonio, aware that hunger must be at work among them, and that unless
food could be obtained, they must perish; prepared his bow which was
always slung upon his shoulder, and said that he would go and see if
any living creature existed in the island; or anything wherewith to
relieve their necessities. With a light and active step the youth set
out on his expedition; but nothing did he see, nothing but snow, frozen
hard, so that he felt as if he was walking on the sharpest flints.
Fearing that if he prosecuted his search further, he might lose his
way; at last, with a heavy heart, he returned to his companions.
Maurice said that they must needs venture out to sea again, since
nothing was to be hoped for in this inhospitable and lonely isle.
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CHAPTER XX.
_A singular Adventure that befell in the Snowy Isle._
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