I started forward instantly, and cried out, "My lad, my lad, _if you don't like your lot_, I'll shoot the first man that touches you." The poor emaciated boy hesitated a moment or two; then, quietly laying his head down upon the gunnel of the boat, he said, "_I like it as well as any other."_ He was soon despatched, and nothing of him left.

I think, then, another man died of himself, and him, too, we ate.

But I can tell you no more--my head is on fire at the recollection; I hardly know what I say.

I forgot to say that we had parted company with the second boat before now.

After some more days of horror and despair, when some were lying down at the bottom of the boat not able to rise, and scarcely one of us could move a limb, a vessel hove in sight.