death, what then? Where else ends our futile cravings, our
continual toil, after nothing? We all must die--but how few--who,
indeed, besides yourself--was ever permitted before his death to ransom
the soul of the author of his existence! Yes, Philip, I envy you!"

"You think and speak like Amine. She, too, is of a wild and ardent
soul, that would mingle with the beings of the other world, and hold
intelligence with disembodied spirits."

"She is right," replied Krantz; "there are events in my life, or rather
connected with my family, which have often fully convinced me that this
is not only possible but permitted. Your story has only corroborated
what I already believed."

"Indeed! Krantz?"

"Indeed, yes; but of that hereafter: the night is closing in we must
again put our little bark in safety for the night, and there is a cove
which I think appears suited for the purpose."

Before morning a strong breeze, right on shore, had sprung up, and the
surf became so high as to endanger the raft; to continue their course
was impossible; they could only haul up their raft, to prevent its being
dashed to pieces by the force of the waves, as the seas broke on the
shore. Philip's thoughts were, as usual, upon Amine; and as he watched
the tossing waters, as the sunbeams lightened up their crests, he
exclaimed, "Ocean, hast thou my Amine? If so, give up thy dead! What
is that?" continued he, pointing to a speck on the horizon.

"The sail of a small craft of some description or another," replied
Krantz; "and apparently coming down before the wind to shelter herself
in the very nook we have selected."

"You are right; it is the sail of a vessel--of one of those peroquas
which skim over these seas; how she rises on the swell! She is full of
men apparently."

The peroqua rapidly approached, and was soon close to the beach; the
sail was lowered, and she was backed in through the surf.

"Resistance is useless should they prove enemies," observed Philip. "We
shall soon know our fate."

The people in the peroqua took no notice of them until the craft had
been hauled up and secured; three of them then advanced towards Philip
and Krantz, with spears in their hands, but evidently with no hostile
intentions. One addressed them in Portuguese asking them who they were.

"We are Hollanders," replied Philip.

"A part of the crew of the vessel which was wrecked?" inquired he.

"Yes!"

"You have nothing to fear--you are e