“This side only him spirit, great, big; look.” (Here he made a grimace that gave me a scare, so like it was to that dreadful visage), “and him little spirit, sing:
Stay not in the land of sighing,
Stay not in the vale of tears....”
But hereupon I cut him short; for, indeed, he sang so marvellously mimicking that other voice, that I could not bear it.
We descended the great boulder; and, the hour being about midday and the sun shining hot, we looked out for a place to rest in, and found it beneath the shade of a banana tree. The tree was full of fruit, and we ate of it very deliciously, and quenched our thirst at a clear spring that was near.
We returned to our journey, or rather ramble, of discovery, but lighted on nothing remarkable; nor saw we any appearance of man. So, the afternoon beginning to be far spent, and we a great way from the shore, I thought it time to be jogging from thence; for this finding no men in the island had in no wise allayed, but rather increased, my apprehensions, and the thought of being overtaken by night there went very much against my inclination.
Accordingly, we turned about, stepping out briskly towards the shore; meanwhile the sky became overcast with clouds. We came through the ravine to the shore, and soon, to our great content, in sight of the ship.
Drawing near, I hailed her. But there came no answer, nor could we descry a man upon her decks. I thought this looked very strangely: I hallooed a second time; but again no answer.
And now a nameless fear began to take hold on me; but, stepping to the marge of the shore, I tried a third time, giving a great halloo. Yet came there no answer: there was no sound nor motion; there was not a sign of life on the ship!
But twilight had fallen this while, and the clouds looked black; and, even as my voice yet echoed from the cliff, there fell a shadow vast and vague, and dark shut down upon us like a lid!