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Outside
,
as
the
night
advanced
,
the
tempest
also
increased
in
strength
,
until
it
was
equal
to
that
which
had
carried
the
prisoners
from
Richmond
to
this
land
in
the
Pacific
.
The
tempests
which
are
frequent
during
the
seasons
of
the
equinox
,
and
which
are
so
prolific
in
catastrophes
,
are
above
all
terrible
over
this
immense
ocean
,
which
opposes
no
obstacle
to
their
fury
.
No
description
can
give
an
idea
of
the
terrific
violence
of
the
gale
as
it
beat
upon
the
unprotected
coast
.
Happily
the
pile
of
rocks
which
formed
the
Chimneys
was
solid
.
It
was
composed
of
enormous
blocks
of
granite
,
a
few
of
which
,
insecurely
balanced
,
seemed
to
tremble
on
their
foundations
,
and
Pencroft
could
feel
rapid
quiverings
under
his
head
as
it
rested
on
the
rock
.
But
he
repeated
to
himself
,
and
rightly
,
that
there
was
nothing
to
fear
,
and
that
their
retreat
would
not
give
way
.
However
he
heard
the
noise
of
stones
torn
from
the
summit
of
the
plateau
by
the
wind
,
falling
down
on
to
the
beach
.
A
few
even
rolled
on
to
the
upper
part
of
the
Chimneys
,
or
flew
off
in
fragments
when
they
were
projected
perpendicularly
.
Twice
the
sailor
rose
and
intrenched
himself
at
the
opening
of
the
passage
,
so
as
to
take
a
look
in
safety
at
the
outside
.
But
there
was
nothing
to
be
feared
from
these
showers
,
which
were
not
considerable
,
and
he
returned
to
his
couch
before
the
fireplace
,
where
the
embers
glowed
beneath
the
ashes
.
Notwithstanding
the
fury
of
the
hurricane
,
the
uproar
of
the
tempest
,
the
thunder
,
and
the
tumult
,
Herbert
slept
profoundly
.
Sleep
at
last
took
possession
of
Pencroft
,
whom
a
seafaring
life
had
habituated
to
anything
.
Gideon
Spilett
alone
was
kept
awake
by
anxiety
.
He
reproached
himself
with
not
having
accompanied
Neb.
.
It
was
evident
that
he
had
not
abandoned
all
hope
.
The
presentiments
which
had
troubled
Herbert
did
not
cease
to
agitate
him
also
.
His
thoughts
were
concentrated
on
Neb.
.
Why
had
Neb
not
returned
?
He
tossed
about
on
his
sandy
couch
,
scarcely
giving
a
thought
to
the
struggle
of
the
elements
.
Now
and
then
,
his
eyes
,
heavy
with
fatigue
,
closed
for
an
instant
,
but
some
sudden
thought
reopened
them
almost
immediately
.
Meanwhile
the
night
advanced
,
and
it
was
perhaps
two
hours
from
morning
,
when
Pencroft
,
then
sound
asleep
,
was
vigorously
shaken
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
he
cried
,
rousing
himself
,
and
collecting
his
ideas
with
the
promptitude
usual
to
seamen
.
The
reporter
was
leaning
over
him
,
and
saying
,
--
"
Listen
,
Pencroft
,
listen
!
"
The
sailor
strained
his
ears
,
but
could
hear
no
noise
beyond
those
caused
by
the
storm
.
"
It
is
the
wind
,
"
said
he
.
