He asked where he was and who was with me, saying that his head was so confused that he thought he saw Julia Atkins by the bedside.
'You were not mistaken,' said I; 'Julia is here, and you owe your life to her.' He started up and gazed round the room.

I beckoned Julia to the bedside; and I shall never forget the grateful earnestness with which he grasped her hand and called upon God to bless her.

Some folks think me a tough-hearted old fellow, and so I am; but that scene was more than I could bear without shedding tears.
"Robert told us that his vessel had been thrown upon the beach a mile or two below, and that he feared all the crew had perished save himself.
Assured of his safety, I went out once more, in the faint hope of hearing the voice of some survivor of the disaster; but I listened only to the heavy thunder of the surf rolling along the horizon of the east.
The storm had in a great measure ceased; the gray light of dawn was just visible; and I was gratified to see two of the nearest neighbors approaching the house.

On being informed of the wreck they immediately started for the beach, where several dead bodies, half buried in snow, confirmed the fears of the solitary survivor.
"The result of all this you can easily conjecture.

Robert Barnet abandoned the sea, and, with the aid of some of his friends, purchased the farm where he now lives, and the anniversary of his shipwreck found him the husband of Julia.