A WORLD OF FIRE AND DESOLATION At the sight of that deep-red glow various feelings arose within us: in me there was new dejection; in Agnew there was stronger hope.

I could not think but that it was our ship that was on fire, and was burning before our eyes.

Agnew thought that it was some burning forest, and that it showed our approach to some habitable and inhabited land.

For hour after hour we watched, and all the time the current drew us nearer, and the glow grew brighter and more intense.
At last we were too weak to watch any longer, and we fell asleep.
On waking our first thoughts were about the fire, and we looked eagerly around.

It was day, but the sky was as gloomy as ever, and the fire was there before our eyes, bright and terrible.