George W. M. Reynolds,
Wagner the Wehr-wolf — CHAPTER XXXVIII: THE ISLAND IN THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA.
(1846)
“ The temperature of that island was warm and genial, for there eternal summer reigned, and thus, though her garments were still dripping wet, Nisida experienced no cold. She rose from the bank of sand whereon she had been seated, and cast anxious, rapid, and searching glances around her. Not a human being met her eyes; but in the woods that stretched, with emerald pride, almost down to the golden sands, the birds and insects—nature's free commoners—sent forth the sounds of life and welcomed the advent of the morn with that music of the groves. ”
