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Islanded.

Chapt 4

In the Cedars

Once more on stable ground we stand,
The night storm gathers o'er the main,
Secure we rest while on the strand
The foaming breakers charge in vain.

The twilight was wild and wierd, but it did not become dark, for the moon was high and appeared at intervals through the rapidly passing clouds, like a falling meteor.

We were nearing what was called Gull Island where Arnheim hoped to effect a landing.  It was uninhabited, partly wooded, and frequented at this season only by hunters and trappers, but as it rose, before us bleak and inhospitable in the