"We remained here a week hoping for rain, but it came not.  The juice from the cocoa-nuts restored our strength.  We collected all we could gather for our voyage.  Once more we resolved to trust ourselves to the sea.  We embarked, and hoisting sail, stood away on our former course. No land appeared in sight.  Many days passed away.  Our supply of cocoa-nuts was almost exhausted.  Again death by thirst stared us in the face.  Oh, how carefully we husbanded the few precious nuts which remained!  They at last were exhausted.  The hot sun again arose, and we had no liquid with which to quench our thirst.  The burning rays of the bright luminary struck down on our heads with intense force.  `Water! water! water!' we repeated as before.  Some almost gave way to despair. `We have before been preserved, why give up all hope now?' said others. In the evening a small cloud was seen to rise out of the sea.  It spread wider and wider.  There was no wind.  It advanced toward us.  Fast from it fell a thick shower of pure, sweet water.  On it came, we opened wide our mouths, we spread out our hands.  Oh, how gratefully it moistened our parched lips!  We stretched out our sail and all our garments, and let the precious streams we thus gathered run into our gourds and pots. All that evening the rain came down in a continuous fall, and every moment we were occupied in collecting it, till all our receptacles were full to the brim,--not a shell did we allow to remain empty: and then we poured it down our throats in a full, refreshing stream.  Scarcely were we satisfied when the rain ceased--the dark cloud blew onward--the stars shone forth brightly from the clear sky, and we pursued our course.