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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden
(1936)

Chapter II: The new life begins,   pp. 18-33


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                   The New     Life Begins                   31 
we should never recross the broad six-hundred miles of ocean that 
lay between our island and the mainland. As we moved out of the 
little harbor and watched it receding slowly from our sight, we 
felt a oneness with each other which we had never felt before, and 
if we thought about the past at all, then it was with an utter 
absence of regret, and with a feeling of deep happiness and grati- 
tude to the fate which had permitted us to approach our goal at 
last. 
  Floreana was the third island called at by the Manuel y Cobos 
upon her round, before proceeding on a fishing-trip during which 
she would put in at other islands and then return to San Cristobal. 
Captain Bruuns suggested that we put our cargo ashore at Post 
Office Bay, as Floreana's best harbor was called, and visit the 
remainder of the archipelago as his guests. We accepted this invi- 
tation gladly, and so our first landing on our island of good hope 
was very temporary and hurried. 
  A copious leakage of motor-oil in the hold had ruined all our 
books and writing paper, all the bedclothes and at least one box 
of clothes. What this accident was to cost us later in labor and 
annoyance I mercifully did not know as we unloaded crates and 
cases, inspecting them superficially as we did so. 
  Former Norwegian settlers had built a solid house at Post Office 
beach and here their successor, referred to by the captain, had his 
abode. There were traces of a chicken coop of considerable size; 
a stone wall, almost a yard high, surrounded the house and there 
were also water-tanks for the storing of rain-water during the 
brief weeks when the island was not completely parched. There was 
even unmistakable evidence of a tennis and a croquet ground, 
though these had probably not been used for many a long year. 
An atmosphere of extreme desolation enfolded this scene, and was 
increased by the almost completely dried-up, lifeless vegetation 
round about it. It was impossible not to think, with a qualm of fear, 
of all the disappointed hopes of our predecessors on this island, 
who probably had come there with confidence no less than ours 
that they would be able to make their lives according to their 
hearts' desire. 
  There was another person on the island, an Indio lad of four- 


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