THE SIGHT OF HUMAN BEINGS The sight of human beings, thus unexpectedly found, filled us with strange feelings--feelings which I cannot explain.

The country was still iron-bound and dark and forbidding, and the stream ran on in a strong current, deep, black as ink, and resistless as fate; the sky behind was lighted up by the volcanic glare which still shone from afar; and in front the view was bounded by the icy heights of a mountain chain.

Here was, indeed, a strange country for a human habitation; and strange, indeed, were the human beings whom we saw.
"Shall we land ?" said Agnew.
"Oh no," said I."Don't be hasty.

The elements are sometimes kinder than men, and I feel safer here, even in this river of death, than ashore with such creatures as those." Agnew made no reply.

We watched the figures on the shore.