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But
you
and
I
will
think
over
it
,
Ralph
,
and
see
what
's
to
be
done
.
In
the
meantime
it
's
our
watch
below
,
so
I
'll
go
and
turn
in
.
"
Bill
then
bade
me
good-night
and
went
below
,
while
a
comrade
took
his
place
at
the
helm
;
but
feeling
no
desire
to
enter
into
conversation
with
him
,
I
walked
aft
,
and
leaning
over
the
stern
,
looked
down
into
the
phosphorescent
waves
that
gurgled
around
the
rudder
,
and
streamed
out
like
a
flame
of
blue
light
in
the
vessel
's
wake
.
My
thoughts
were
very
sad
,
and
I
could
scarce
refrain
from
tears
as
I
contrasted
my
present
wretched
position
with
the
happy
,
peaceful
time
I
had
spent
on
the
Coral
Island
with
my
dear
companions
.
As
I
thought
upon
Jack
and
Peterkin
,
anxious
forebodings
crossed
my
mind
,
and
I
pictured
to
myself
the
grief
and
dismay
with
which
they
would
search
every
nook
and
corner
of
the
island
in
a
vain
attempt
to
discover
my
dead
body
;
for
I
felt
assured
that
if
they
did
not
see
any
sign
of
the
pirate
schooner
or
boat
when
they
came
out
of
the
cave
to
look
for
me
,
they
would
never
imagine
that
I
had
been
carried
away
.
I
wondered
,
too
,
how
Jack
would
succeed
in
getting
Peterkin
out
of
the
cave
without
my
assistance
;
and
I
trembled
when
I
thought
that
he
might
lose
presence
of
mind
,
and
begin
to
kick
when
he
was
in
the
tunnel
!
These
thoughts
were
suddenly
interrupted
and
put
to
flight
by
a
bright-red
blaze
,
which
lighted
up
the
horizon
to
the
southward
and
cast
a
crimson
glow
far
over
the
sea
.
This
appearance
was
accompanied
by
a
low
growling
sound
,
as
of
distant
thunder
,
and
at
the
same
time
the
sky
above
us
became
black
,
while
a
hot
,
stifling
wind
blew
around
us
in
fitful
gusts
.
The
crew
assembled
hastily
on
deck
,
and
most
of
them
were
under
the
belief
that
a
frightful
hurricane
was
pending
;
but
the
captain
,
coming
on
deck
,
soon
explained
the
phenomena
.
"
It
's
only
a
volcano
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
knew
there
was
one
hereabouts
,
but
thought
it
was
extinct
.
--
Up
,
there
,
and
furl
topgallant
sails
!
We
'll
likely
have
a
breeze
,
and
it
's
well
to
be
ready
.
"
As
he
spoke
,
a
shower
began
to
fall
,
which
,
we
quickly
observed
,
was
not
rain
,
but
fine
ashes
.
As
we
were
many
miles
distant
from
the
volcano
,
these
must
have
been
carried
to
us
from
it
by
the
wind
.
As
the
captain
had
predicted
,
a
stiff
breeze
soon
afterwards
sprang
up
,
under
the
influence
of
which
we
speedily
left
the
volcano
far
behind
us
;
but
during
the
greater
part
of
the
night
we
could
see
its
lurid
glare
and
hear
its
distant
thunder
.
The
shower
did
not
cease
to
fall
for
several
hours
,
and
we
must
have
sailed
under
it
for
nearly
forty
miles
--
perhaps
farther
.
When
we
emerged
from
the
cloud
,
our
decks
and
every
part
of
the
rigging
were
completely
covered
with
a
thick
coat
of
ashes
.
I
was
much
interested
in
this
,
and
recollected
that
Jack
had
often
spoken
of
many
of
the
islands
of
the
Pacific
as
being
volcanoes
,
either
active
or
extinct
,
and
had
said
that
the
whole
region
was
more
or
less
volcanic
,
and
that
some
scientific
men
were
of
opinion
that
the
islands
of
the
Pacific
were
nothing
more
or
less
than
the
mountain-tops
of
a
huge
continent
which
had
sunk
under
the
influence
of
volcanic
agency
.
Three
days
after
passing
the
volcano
,
we
found
ourselves
a
few
miles
to
windward
of
an
island
of
considerable
size
and
luxuriant
aspect
.
It
consisted
of
two
mountains
,
which
seemed
to
be
nearly
four
thousand
feet
high
.
They
were
separated
from
each
other
by
a
broad
valley
,
whose
thick-growing
trees
ascended
a
considerable
distance
up
the
mountain-sides
;
and
rich
,
level
plains
or
meadow-land
spread
round
the
base
of
the
mountains
,
except
at
the
point
immediately
opposite
the
large
valley
,
where
a
river
seemed
to
carry
the
trees
,
as
it
were
,
along
with
it
down
to
the
white
,
sandy
shore
.
The
mountain-tops
,
unlike
those
of
our
Coral
Island
,
were
sharp
,
needle-shaped
,
and
bare
,
while
their
sides
were
more
rugged
and
grand
in
outline
than
anything
I
had
yet
seen
in
those
seas
.
Bloody
Bill
was
beside
me
when
the
island
first
hove
in
sight
.
"
Ah
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
"
I
know
that
island
well
.
They
call
it
Emo
.
"
"
Have
you
been
there
before
,
then
?
"
I
inquired
.
