During this wretched night there seemed nothing wanting to complete the perfect misery of our condition.

The rain descended in such torrents that our poor shelter proved a mere mockery.

In vain did I try to elude the incessant streams that poured upon me; by protecting one part I only exposed another, and the water was continually finding some new opening through which to drench us.
I have had many a ducking in the course of my life, and in general cared little about it; but the accumulated horrors of that night, the deathlike coldness of the place, the appalling darkness and the dismal sense of our forlorn condition, almost unmanned me.
It will not be doubted that the next morning we were early risers, and as soon as I could catch the faintest glimpse of anything like daylight I shook my companion by the arm, and told him it was sunrise.

Poor Toby lifted up his head, and after a moment's pause said, in a husky voice, 'Then, shipmate, my toplights have gone out, for it appears darker now with my eyes open that it did when they were shut.' 'Nonsense!' exclaimed I; 'You are not awake yet.' 'Awake!' roared Toby in a rage, 'awake! You mean to insinuate I've been asleep, do you?
It is an insult to a man to suppose he could sleep in such an infernal place as this.' By the time I had apologized to my friend for having misconstrued his silence, it had become somewhat more light, and we crawled out of our lair.

The rain had ceased, but everything around us was dripping with moisture.