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We
despairingly
tried
what
seemed
in
the
darkness
to
be
the
fourth
island
,
but
met
with
no
better
success
.
The
rain
was
coming
down
fast
now
,
and
evidently
meant
to
last
.
We
were
wet
to
the
skin
,
and
cold
and
miserable
.
We
began
to
wonder
whether
there
were
only
four
islands
or
more
,
or
whether
we
were
near
the
islands
at
all
,
or
whether
we
were
anywhere
within
a
mile
of
where
we
ought
to
be
,
or
in
the
wrong
part
of
the
river
altogether
;
everything
looked
so
strange
and
different
in
the
darkness
.
We
began
to
understand
the
sufferings
of
the
Babes
in
the
Wood
.
Just
when
we
had
given
up
all
hope
--
yes
,
I
know
that
is
always
the
time
that
things
do
happen
in
novels
and
tales
;
but
I
ca
n't
help
it
.
I
resolved
,
when
I
began
to
write
this
book
,
that
I
would
be
strictly
truthful
in
all
things
;
and
so
I
will
be
,
even
if
I
have
to
employ
hackneyed
phrases
for
the
purpose
.
It
was
just
when
we
had
given
up
all
hope
,
and
I
must
therefore
say
so
.
Just
when
we
had
given
up
all
hope
,
then
,
I
suddenly
caught
sight
,
a
little
way
below
us
,
of
a
strange
,
weird
sort
of
glimmer
flickering
among
the
trees
on
the
opposite
bank
.
For
an
instant
I
thought
of
ghosts
:
it
was
such
a
shadowy
,
mysterious
light
.
The
next
moment
it
flashed
across
me
that
it
was
our
boat
,
and
I
sent
up
such
a
yell
across
the
water
that
made
the
night
seem
to
shake
in
its
bed
.
We
waited
breathless
for
a
minute
,
and
then
--
oh
!
divinest
music
of
the
darkness
!
--
we
heard
the
answering
bark
of
Montmorency
.
We
shouted
back
loud
enough
to
wake
the
Seven
Sleepers
--
I
never
could
understand
myself
why
it
should
take
more
noise
to
wake
seven
sleepers
than
one
--
and
,
after
what
seemed
an
hour
,
but
what
was
really
,
I
suppose
,
about
five
minutes
,
we
saw
the
lighted
boat
creeping
slowly
over
the
blackness
,
and
heard
Harris
's
sleepy
voice
asking
where
we
were
.
There
was
an
unaccountable
strangeness
about
Harris
.
It
was
something
more
than
mere
ordinary
tiredness
.
He
pulled
the
boat
against
a
part
of
the
bank
from
which
it
was
quite
impossible
for
us
to
get
into
it
,
and
immediately
went
to
sleep
.
It
took
us
an
immense
amount
of
screaming
and
roaring
to
wake
him
up
again
and
put
some
sense
into
him
;
but
we
succeeded
at
last
,
and
got
safely
on
board
.
Harris
had
a
sad
expression
on
him
,
so
we
noticed
,
when
we
got
into
the
boat
.
He
gave
you
the
idea
of
a
man
who
had
been
through
trouble
.
We
asked
him
if
anything
had
happened
,
and
he
said
-
"
Swans
!
"
It
seemed
we
had
moored
close
to
a
swan
's
nest
,
and
,
soon
after
George
and
I
had
gone
,
the
female
swan
came
back
,
and
kicked
up
a
row
about
it
.
Harris
had
chivied
her
off
,
and
she
had
gone
away
,
and
fetched
up
her
old
man
.
Harris
said
he
had
had
quite
a
fight
with
these
two
swans
;
but
courage
and
skill
had
prevailed
in
the
end
,
and
he
had
defeated
them
.
Half-an-hour
afterwards
they
returned
with
eighteen
other
swans
!
It
must
have
been
a
fearful
battle
,
so
far
as
we
could
understand
Harris
's
account
of
it
.
