On reaching the spot, we found the crumbled pumice-stone.

We placed the body in a crevice among the lava rocks, and then I said what I could remember of the burial-service.

After this we carried in our hands the crumbled pumice-stone until we had covered the body, and thus gave the poor fellow a Christian burial.
We then returned to the shore.
"More, old fellow," said Agnew, "I feel the better for this; the service has done me good." "And me too," said I."It has reminded me of what I had forgotten.
This world is only a part of life.

We may lose it and yet live on.
There is another world; and if we can only keep that in our minds we sha'n't be so ready to sink into despair--that is, I sha'n't.

Despair is my weakness; you are more hopeful." "Yes," said Agnew, solemnly; "but my hope thus far has referred only to the safety of my skin.