The dogs we missed, too, and Fritz could give no account of them; we concluded they had either followed the savages, or were still in the island.

This was another severe sorrow; it seemed as if every sort of misfortune was poured out upon us.

I rested on the shoulder of Ernest in my anguish.

Fritz took advantage of my silence, and leaped out of the pinnace to have a bath.

I was alarmed at first; but he was such an excellent swimmer, and the sea was so calm, that I soon abandoned my fears for him.
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