him, that when he was in this great storm, the raging and roaring of the sea with the mighty wind drove the ship far out of its course, so that it now approached the Yak-stone mountain.[1]
When the mariners perceived this, great was their weeping, wailing and lamenting, and they spake, saying: “Now doth misfortune meet us!” And so, alas! it came to pass. When they were fifty miles from the mountain, they were smitten by an exceedingly great flash and a mighty scent from the Yak-stone mountain, so that in a moment it drew them all to it. Now the mountain possesses this power: whatever is within fifty miles of it on every side, whether people, birds, fish, logs or sea-creatures, it draws to it in a moment, and every thing must stay for ever beside the Yak-stone mountain. Beneath the mountain there is nothing save a very beautiful island, named Zelator, which word signifieth pleasant and delightful.
Brunswik, finding himself on this with his
