We contrived to slide along the rock which sustained it; Jack was the first to stand on the roof and sing victory.

It was very easy to descend on the other side, holding by the poles and pieces of bark, and we soon found ourselves safe in our _own_ island.

Ernest had lost his gun in the passage: not being willing to resign his bag of curiosities, he had dropped the gun into the abyss.
"You may take the gun I left in the canoe," said Fritz; "but, another time, throw away your stones, and keep your gun--you will find it a good friend in need." "Let us embark in our canoe," cried Jack.

"The sea! the sea! Long live the waves! they are not so hard as the stones." I was very glad to have the opportunity of conveying my canoe back to the port of Tent House; our important occupations had prevented me till now, and everything favoured the plan: the sea was calm, the wind favourable, and we should arrive at home sooner, and with less fatigue, than by land.

We skirted the great Bay to the Cabbage-palm Wood.