A vague feeling of terror and despair had taken entire possession of his faculties.

When he was finally picked up, every power of his mind had failed him; and, as before said, it was nearly an hour after getting on board the Penguin before he became fully aware of his condition.

In regard to myself--I was resuscitated from a state bordering very nearly upon death (and after every other means had been tried in vain for three hours and a half) by vigorous friction with flannels bathed in hot oil--a proceeding suggested by Augustus.

The wound in my neck, although of an ugly appearance, proved of little real consequence, and I soon recovered from its effects.
The Penguin got into port about nine o'clock in the morning, after encountering one of the severest gales ever experienced off Nantucket.
Both Augustus and myself managed to appear at Mr.Barnard's in time for breakfast--which, luckily, was somewhat late, owing to the party over night.

I suppose all at the table were too much fatigued themselves to notice our jaded appearance--of course, it would not have borne a very rigid scrutiny.