ON BOARD THE TERROR When I came to my senses it was daylight.

A half light pierced the thick glass port-hole of the narrow cabin wherein someone had placed me--how many hours ago, I could not say! Yet it seemed to me by the slanting rays, that the sun could not be very far above the horizon.
I was resting in a narrow bunk with coverings over me.

My clothes, hanging in a corner, had been dried.

My belt, torn in half by the hook of the iron, lay on the floor.
I felt no wound nor injury, only a little weakness.

If I had lost consciousness, I was sure it had not been from a blow.