banished people. They resolved to spread their sail and let Providence
direct their course. They went, therefore, northwest on the Atlantic,
where they visited several wonderful islands, on one of which there was a
great bird which related to them, the legend says, the whole history of
the world, and gave them a great leaf from a tree--the leaf being as large
as an ox-hide, and being preserved for many years in one of the churches
after their return. At the next island they heard sweet human voices, and
found that the sixty banished couples had established their homes there.

The pilgrims then went onward in their hidebound boat until they reached
the coast of Spain, and there they landed and dwelt for a time. The bishop
built a church, and the priest officiated in it, and the organist took
charge of the music. All prospered; yet the boat-builder and the three
brothers were never quite contented, for they had roamed the seas too
long; and they longed for a new enterprise for their idle valor. They
thought they had found this when one day they found on the sea-coast a
group of women tearing their hair, and when they asked the explanation,
"Senor," said an old woman, "our sons and our husbands have again fallen
into the hand of Satan." At this the three brothers were startled, for
they remembered well how they used, in youth, to rank themselves as
Satan's children. Asking farther, they learned that a shattered boat they
saw on the beach was one of a pair of boats which had been carried too far
out to sea, and had come near an islet which the sailors called _Isla de
la Man Satanaxio_, or The Island of Satan's Hand. It appeared that in
that region there was an islet so called, always surrounded by chilly
mists and water of a deadly cold; that no one had ever reached it, as it
constantly changed place; but that a demon hand sometimes uprose from it,
and plucked away men and even whole boats, which, when once grasped,
usually by night, were never seen again, but perished helplessly, victims
of Satan's Hand.