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"
Well
,
Ralph
,
how
have
you
slept
?
"
said
Jack
in
a
listless
tone
on
rising
one
morning
from
his
humble
couch
.
"
Were
you
much
disturbed
by
the
wind
last
night
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
I.
"
I
dreamed
of
home
all
night
,
and
I
thought
that
my
mother
smiled
upon
me
and
beckoned
me
to
go
to
her
;
but
I
could
not
,
for
I
was
chained
.
"
"
And
I
dreamed
too
,
"
said
Peterkin
;
"
but
it
was
of
our
happy
home
on
the
Coral
Island
.
I
thought
we
were
swimming
in
the
Water
Garden
.
Then
the
savages
gave
a
yell
,
and
we
were
immediately
in
the
cave
at
Spouting
Cliff
,
which
,
somehow
or
other
changed
into
this
gloomy
cavern
;
and
I
awoke
to
find
it
true
.
"
Peterkin
's
tone
was
so
much
altered
by
the
depressing
influence
of
his
long
imprisonment
that
,
had
I
not
known
it
was
he
who
spoke
,
I
should
scarcely
have
recognised
it
,
so
sad
was
it
,
and
so
unlike
to
the
merry
,
cheerful
voice
we
had
been
accustomed
to
hear
.
I
pondered
this
much
,
and
thought
of
the
terrible
decline
of
happiness
that
may
come
on
human
beings
in
so
short
a
time
;
how
bright
the
sunshine
in
the
sky
at
one
time
,
and
in
a
short
space
bow
dark
the
overshadowing
cloud
!
I
had
no
doubt
that
the
Bible
would
have
given
me
much
light
and
comfort
on
this
subject
if
I
had
possessed
one
,
and
I
once
more
had
occasion
to
regret
deeply
having
neglected
to
store
my
memory
with
its
consoling
truths
.
While
I
meditated
thus
,
Peterkin
again
broke
the
silence
of
the
cave
by
saying
,
in
a
melancholy
tone
,
"
Oh
,
I
wonder
if
we
shall
ever
see
our
dear
island
more
!
"
His
voice
trembled
,
and
covering
his
face
with
both
hands
,
he
bent
down
his
head
and
wept
.
It
was
an
unusual
sight
for
me
to
see
our
once
joyous
companion
in
tears
,
and
I
felt
a
burning
desire
to
comfort
him
;
but
,
alas
!
what
could
I
say
?
I
could
hold
out
no
hope
;
and
although
I
essayed
twice
to
speak
,
the
words
refused
to
pass
my
lips
.
While
I
hesitated
Jack
sat
down
beside
him
and
whispered
a
few
words
in
his
ear
,
while
Peterkin
threw
himself
on
his
friend
's
breast
and
rested
his
head
on
his
shoulder
.
Thus
we
sat
for
some
time
in
deep
silence
.
Soon
after
we
heard
footsteps
at
the
entrance
of
the
cave
,
and
immediately
our
jailer
entered
.
We
were
so
much
accustomed
to
his
regular
visits
,
however
,
that
we
paid
little
attention
to
him
,
expecting
that
he
would
set
down
our
meagre
fare
as
usual
and
depart
.
But
,
to
our
surprise
,
instead
of
doing
so
,
he
advanced
towards
us
with
a
knife
in
his
hand
,
and
going
up
to
Jack
,
he
cut
the
thongs
that
bound
his
wrists
;
then
he
did
the
same
to
Peterkin
and
me
!
For
fully
five
minutes
we
stood
in
speechless
amazement
,
with
our
freed
hands
hanging
idly
by
our
sides
.
The
first
thought
that
rushed
into
my
mind
was
that
the
time
had
come
to
put
us
to
death
;
and
although
,
as
I
have
said
before
,
we
actually
wished
for
death
in
the
strength
of
our
despair
,
now
that
we
thought
it
drew
really
near
I
felt
all
the
natural
love
of
life
revive
in
my
heart
,
mingled
with
a
chill
of
horror
at
the
suddenness
of
our
call
.
But
I
was
mistaken
.
After
cutting
our
bonds
the
savage
pointed
to
the
cave
's
mouth
,
and
we
marched
,
almost
mechanically
,
into
the
open
air
.
