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"
We
had
built
a
log
hut
with
the
DEBRIS
of
the
Britannia
,
and
this
was
covered
over
with
sail
cloth
,
carefully
tarred
over
,
and
beneath
this
secure
shelter
the
rainy
season
passed
comfortably
.
Many
a
plan
was
discussed
here
,
and
many
a
dream
indulged
in
,
the
brightest
of
which
is
this
day
realized
.
"
I
had
at
first
the
idea
of
trying
to
brave
the
perils
of
the
ocean
in
a
canoe
made
out
of
the
spars
of
the
ship
,
but
1,500
miles
lay
between
us
and
the
nearest
coast
,
that
is
to
say
the
islands
of
the
Archipelago
of
Pomotou
.
No
boat
could
have
stood
so
long
a
voyage
.
I
therefore
relinquished
my
scheme
,
and
looked
for
no
deliverance
except
from
a
divine
hand
.
"
Ah
,
my
poor
children
!
how
often
we
have
stood
on
the
top
of
the
rocks
and
watched
the
few
vessels
passing
in
the
distance
far
out
at
sea
.
During
the
whole
period
of
our
exile
only
two
or
three
vessels
appeared
on
the
horizon
,
and
those
only
to
disappear
again
immediately
.
Two
years
and
a
half
were
spent
in
this
manner
.
We
gave
up
hoping
,
but
yet
did
not
despair
.
At
last
,
early
yesterday
morning
,
when
I
was
standing
on
the
highest
peak
of
the
island
,
I
noticed
a
light
smoke
rising
in
the
west
.
It
increased
,
and
soon
a
ship
appeared
in
sight
.
It
seemed
to
be
coming
toward
us
.
But
would
it
not
rather
steer
clear
of
an
island
where
there
was
no
harbor
.
"
Ah
,
what
a
day
of
agony
that
was
!
My
heart
was
almost
bursting
.
My
comrades
kindled
a
fire
on
one
of
the
peaks
.
Night
came
on
,
but
no
signal
came
from
the
yacht
.
Deliverance
was
there
,
however
.
Were
we
to
see
it
vanish
from
our
eyes
?
"
I
hesitated
no
longer
.
The
darkness
was
growing
deeper
.
The
ship
might
double
the
island
during
the
night
.
I
jumped
into
the
sea
,
and
attempted
to
make
my
way
toward
it
.
Hope
trebled
my
strength
,
I
cleft
the
waves
with
superhuman
vigor
,
and
had
got
so
near
the
yacht
that
I
was
scarcely
thirty
fathoms
off
,
when
it
tacked
about
.
"
This
provoked
me
to
the
despairing
cry
,
which
only
my
two
children
heard
.
It
was
no
illusion
.
"
Then
I
came
back
to
the
shore
,
exhausted
and
overcome
with
emotion
and
fatigue
.
My
two
sailors
received
me
half
dead
.
It
was
a
horrible
night
this
last
we
spent
on
the
island
,
and
we
believed
ourselves
abandoned
forever
,
when
day
dawned
,
and
there
was
the
yacht
sailing
nearly
alongside
,
under
easy
steam
.
Your
boat
was
lowered
--
we
were
saved
--
and
,
oh
,
wonder
of
Divine
goodness
,
my
children
,
my
beloved
children
,
were
there
holding
out
their
arms
to
me
!
"
Robert
and
Mary
almost
smothered
their
father
with
kisses
and
caresses
as
he
ended
his
narrative
.
