Andrew J. Grayson, The Overland Monthly (1870)
“ Turning to the people, at the same time pointing in that direction, she cried aloud, ' Behold! there they are! they have already come!' At that instant, a flash of lightning struck the tree near which stood the idol, shivering tree and idol into atoms. The girl bounded from the altar, and fled into the dark forest. "The priests and panic-stricken wor shipers took to their canoes, amid the raging storm and angry sea. ”
Andrew J. Grayson, The Overland Monthly (1870)
“ On returning from my first visit to the Socorro Island, in the month of June, three years before, we passed between the two main islands, and during the night of the 24th were overtaken by a chudbasco, or tornado, which threatened our destruction. We were drenched with the rain and spray, and the ocean was white with foam, the wind furious, and the lightning awfully vivid. We could not carry sail, yet we were driven before the wind like a feather — our little craft plunging madly through the surge. ”
Andrew J. Grayson, The Overland Monthly (1870)
“ Though age told upon him, as his gray hairs and care-worn visage fully attested, he yet possessed that vigor of mind and keen memory we often find in the persons of those enthusiastic ecclesiastical recluses who have wandered into the very depth of the wilderness, to subdue the savage to Christianity and civilization. ”
