It is correct, of course, but it had not struck me in that light." "Of course it is correct," said Captain Hubbell.

"The end of every line of longitude is right here in a bunch.

If you were a bird, you could choose one of 'em and fly down along it to Washington or Greenwich or any other point you pleased.

Longitude everything is what it is; we've got the whole of 'em right under us." Now Samuel Block came on deck, where everybody else on board soon gathered.

With a furled flag in his hand, dressed in his best and cleanest clothes, and with a large fur cloak thrown over his shoulders, Mr Block advanced towards the ring on the deck, near the compass.
But he was yet several yards from this point when a black figure, crouching close to the deck, issued from among the men, a little in the rear of the party, and made a dash towards the ring.