Then you saw yourself, Captain Meadows, how they went on during the voyage, reading books that was writ on wood instead o' paper, and sitting up right through the night to jabber together on the quarter-deck.

What did they want to have a chart of their own for and to mark the course of the vessel every day ?" "They didn't," said the captain.
"Indeed they did, and if I did not tell you sooner it was because you were always ready to laugh at what I said about them.

They had instruments o' their own--when they used them I can't say--but every day at noon they worked out the latitude and longitude, and marked out the vessel's position on a chart that was pinned on their cabin table.

I saw them at it, and so did the steward from his pantry." "Well, I don't see what you prove from that," the captain remarked, "though I confess it is a strange thing." "I'll tell you another strange thing," said the mate impressively.

"Do you know the name of this bay in which we are cast away ?" "I have learnt from our kind friends here that we are upon the Wigtownshire coast," the captain answered, "but I have not heard the name of the bay." The mate leant forward with a grave face.
"It is the Bay of Kirkmaiden," he said.
If he expected to astonish Captain Meadows he certainly succeeded, for that gentleman was fairly bereft of speech for a minute or more.
"This is really marvellous," he said, after a time, turning to us.
"These passengers of ours cross-questioned us early in the voyage as to the existence of a bay of that name.