Altogether, we'll have our hands full if we find the island uninhabited.

Which we shall not, I know." But she was right.

We sailed with a beam wind along the shore, searching the coves with our glasses and landing occasionally, without finding a sign of human life.

Yet we learned that we were not the first who had landed on Endeavour Island.

High up on the beach of the second cove from ours, we discovered the splintered wreck of a boat--a sealer's boat, for the rowlocks were bound in sennit, a gun-rack was on the starboard side of the bow, and in white letters was faintly visible _Gazelle_ No.