Daniel Collins, Narrative of the shipwreck of the brig Betsey…
“ The joyful sound of land ran through our nerves like an electric shock, and gave new life to the oars. The wind being fair, the aid of our sail, which was equal to two additional oars, gave us such head way, that as the rays of the rising sun sported over the tops of the waves and fell on the small spot of land ahead, we found ourselves nearing one of the Cuba Keys.The land we first discovered was a little Island of about three acres, that arose above the surrounding key, as high as the tops of the mangroves. ”
