He thanked God with awed sincerity for his mercy, and could not thank Heyst enough for the service rendered as between man and man.

In this (highly creditable) tangle of strong feelings Morrison's gratitude insisted on Heyst's partnership in the great discovery.

Ultimately we heard that Morrison had gone home through the Suez Canal in order to push the magnificent coal idea personally in London.

He parted from his brig and disappeared from our ken; but we heard that he had written a letter or letters to Heyst, saying that London was cold and gloomy; that he did not like either the men or things, that he was "as lonely as a crow in a strange country." In truth, he pined after the Capricorn--I don't mean only the tropic; I mean the ship too.

Finally he went into Dorsetshire to see his people, caught a bad cold, and died with extraordinary precipitation in the bosom of his appalled family.