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"
That
vestiges
of
the
wreck
might
be
found
;
but
that
the
survivors
of
the
Britannia
have
,
beyond
doubt
,
perished
.
"
"
Keep
all
this
silent
,
friends
,
"
said
Glenarvan
,
"
and
let
me
choose
a
fitting
moment
to
communicate
these
sad
tidings
to
Captain
Grant
's
children
.
"
THE
crew
soon
heard
that
no
light
had
been
thrown
on
the
situation
of
Captain
Grant
by
the
revelations
of
Ayrton
,
and
it
caused
profound
disappointment
among
them
,
for
they
had
counted
on
the
quartermaster
,
and
the
quartermaster
knew
nothing
which
could
put
the
Duncan
on
the
right
track
.
The
yacht
therefore
continued
her
course
.
They
had
yet
to
select
the
island
for
Ayrton
's
banishment
.
Paganel
and
John
Mangles
consulted
the
charts
on
board
,
and
exactly
on
the
37th
parallel
found
a
little
isle
marked
by
the
name
of
Maria
Theresa
,
a
sunken
rock
in
the
middle
of
the
Pacific
Ocean
,
3,500
miles
from
the
American
coast
,
and
1,500
miles
from
New
Zealand
.
The
nearest
land
on
the
north
was
the
Archipelago
of
Pomotou
,
under
the
protectorate
of
France
;
on
the
south
there
was
nothing
but
the
eternal
ice-belt
of
the
Polar
Sea
.
No
ship
would
come
to
reconnoiter
this
solitary
isle
.
No
echoes
from
the
world
would
ever
reach
it
.
The
storm
birds
only
would
rest
awhile
on
it
during
their
long
flight
,
and
in
many
charts
the
rock
was
not
even
marked
.
If
ever
complete
isolation
was
to
be
found
on
earth
,
it
was
on
this
little
out-of-the-way
island
.
Ayrton
was
informed
of
its
situation
,
and
expressed
his
willingness
to
live
there
apart
from
his
fellows
.
The
head
of
the
vessel
was
in
consequence
turned
toward
it
immediately
.
Two
days
later
,
at
two
o'clock
,
the
man
on
watch
signaled
land
on
the
horizon
.
This
was
Maria
Theresa
,
a
low
,
elongated
island
,
scarcely
raised
above
the
waves
,
and
looking
like
an
enormous
whale
.
It
was
still
thirty
miles
distant
from
the
yacht
,
whose
stem
was
rapidly
cutting
her
way
over
the
water
at
the
rate
of
sixteen
knots
an
hour
.
Gradually
the
form
of
the
island
grew
more
distinct
on
the
horizon
.
The
orb
of
day
sinking
in
the
west
,
threw
up
its
peculiar
outlines
in
sharp
relief
.
A
few
peaks
of
no
great
elevation
stood
out
here
and
there
,
tipped
with
sunlight
.
At
five
o'clock
John
Mangles
could
discern
a
light
smoke
rising
from
it
.
"
Is
it
a
volcano
?
"
he
asked
of
Paganel
,
who
was
gazing
at
this
new
land
through
his
telescope
.
