Now, you may try it over again." The experiment was repeated, with the same result.

Other officers and seamen were called to the quarter-deck, and the training in heaving the log continued, until a reasonable degree of proficiency was attained.
"Land ho!" cried the lookout on the top-gallant forecastle, at about eleven o'clock in the forenoon.
"Where away ?" called the officer of the deck.
"Dead ahead, sir." "What is that land, Mr.Lowington ?" asked Paul Kendall.
"Don't you know ?" "I'm sure I don't." "Then you should study your map more.

Look at the compass, and tell me how she heads." "South-east, sir," replied Paul, after looking into the binnacle.
"Now, what land lies south-east of Brockway Harbor ?" asked the principal.
"Cape Cod, I think." "You are right; then that must be Cape Cod." "Is it, really ?" "Certainly it is," laughed Mr.Lowington.

"Have you no faith in your map ?" "I didn't think we could be anywhere near Cape Cod.

I thought it was farther off," added Paul, who seemed to be amazed to think they had actually crossed Massachusetts Bay.
"The land you see is Race Point, which is about forty miles from the entrance to the bay, at the head of which Brockway is located.