"For shame," he said to one of the dismayed sailors "are you afraid to die in my company ?" A bold Dutch seaman ventured to spring out, and, with great difficulty, swam and scrambled through breakers, ice and mud, to firm ground.

Here he discharged a musket and lighted a fire as a signal that he was safe.

None of his fellow passengers, however, thought it prudent to follow his example.

They lay tossing in sight of the flame which he had kindled, till the first pale light of a January morning showed them that they were close to the island of Goree.
The King and his Lords, stiff with cold and covered with icicles, gladly landed to warm and rest themselves.

[1] After reposing some hours in the hut of a peasant, William proceeded to the Hague.