There's a tremendous volcano in the Sandwich Islands, and these are something like it." "I believe," said I, "that these are the very volcanoes that Sir James Ross discovered last year." "Do you happen to know where he found them ?" Agnew asked.
"I do not," I answered.
"Well, I do," said he, "and they're thousands of miles away from this.
They are south latitude 77 degrees, east longitude 167 degrees; while we, as I guess, are about south latitude 40 degrees, east longitude 60 degrees." "At any rate," said I, "we're drifting straight toward them." "So I see," said Agnew, dryly.

"At any rate, the current will take us somewhere.

We shall find ourselves carried past these volcanic islands, or through them, and then west to the Cape of Good Hope.
Besides, even here we may find land with animals and vegetation; who knows ?" "What! amid all this ice ?" I cried.

"Are you mad ?" "Mad ?" said he; "I should certainly go mad if I hadn't hope." "Hope!" I repeated; "I have long since given up hope." "Oh, well," said he, "enjoy your despair, and don't try to deprive me of my consolation.

My hope sustains me, and helps me to cheer you up.
It would never do, old fellow, for both of us to knock under." I said nothing more, nor did Agnew.