CHAPTER LVII.
JANUARY 27th CONTINUED .-- Curtis, no doubt was right The discharge from the mouth of the Amazon is enormously large, but we had probably drifted into the only spot in the Atlantic where we could find fresh water so far from land.

Yet land, undoubtedly was there, and the breeze was carrying us onwards slowly but surely to our deliverance.
Miss Herbey's voice was heard pouring out fervent praise to Heaven, and we were all glad to unite our thanksgivings with hers.

Then the whole of us (with the exception of Andre and his father, who remained by themselves together at the stern) clustered in a group, and kept our expectant gaze upon the horizon.
We had not long to wait.

Before an hour had passed Curtis, leaped in ecstasy and raised the joyous shout of "Land ahoy!" * * * * My journal has come to a close.
I have only to relate, as briefly as possible, the circumstances that finally brought us to our destination.
A few hours after we first sighted land the raft was off Cape Magoari, on the Island of Marajo, and was observed by some fishermen who, with kind-hearted alacrity picked us up, and tended us most carefully.

They conveyed us to Para, where we became the objects of unbounded sympathy.
The raft was brought to land in lat.0deg.12min.