He placed his finger near the Island of St.Helena.It was now my turn to look surprised.

By signs I wished him to tell me how we should get back; and he indicated, plainly enough, that he would put us on board of the first vessel he met that was returning either to Europe or the United States, or else would leave us at the Cape of Good Hope.

But day after day passed, and we met no returning vessel.

Before we reached the Cape, a most terrific storm came on, which continued many days, in which the ship lost two of her masts, and was driven far south.

It seemed to me as if my father and I had been doomed to perish in the ocean, and the sea would not, therefore, relinquish its prey.