The sea was still smooth, with only a long swell from the northward, as on yesterday.

This was the sixth day since we had tasted either food or drink, with the exception of the bottle of port wine, and it was clear that we could hold out but a very little while longer unless something could be obtained.

I never saw before, nor wish to see again, human beings so utterly emaciated as Peters and Augustus.

Had I met them on shore in their present condition I should not have had the slightest suspicion that I had ever beheld them.

Their countenances were totally changed in character, so that I could not bring myself to believe them really the same individuals with whom I had been in company but a few days before.