different sounds which we have just heard.'

'The music must have proceeded from a flute,' said Arthur Huntington.

'And it must have been played by a master's hand,' interposed Mary
Hamilton.

'I can never believe that those were earthly sounds,' said Ellen
Armstrong, 'and I must say for one, I have no wish to remain here
longer.'

'You, surely, cannot be already tired of roaming about this lovely
spot,' exclaimed Mary Hamilton in a deprecating tone. 'I should have
thought, that after complaining as you have of the tediousness and
monotony of our sea voyage, you would be the last one to express a wish
to leave this beautiful island.'

'I have well appreciated the beauties of this quiet place,' replied
Ellen, 'but at the risk of being considered a very weak and simple girl,
I must own, that the mysterious sounds which just now fell upon my ears,
cannot be accounted for through any natural means, and as I have no
particular liking for supernatural adventures, I must persist in my wish
to go on board our good ship again, as soon as possible.'

As the fair Ellen finished her speech, light strains of the same
mysterious music which they had before heard, again floated through the
air above their heads, the same bacchanalian shouts of wild laughter
again fell upon their ears, but, as its last strange echo died away, the
surprise of our island visitors was greatly augmented by the sudden
appearance before them, of a tall and handsomely formed man,