or Antarctic Ocean; and to the left was the great Atlantic.  For several minutes, both Roswell and Stephen sat mute, gazing on this grand spectacle.  By turning their faces north, they beheld the high lands of Terra del Fuego, of which many of the highest peaks were covered with snow.  The pyramid on which they were, however, was no longer white with the congealed rain, but stood, stern and imposing, in its native brown.  The outlines of all the rocks, and the shores of the different islands, had an appearance of volcanic origin, though the rocks themselves told a somewhat different story.  The last was principally of trap formation.  Cape pigeons, gulls, petrels, and albatross were wheeling about in the air, while the rollers that still came in on this noble sea-wall were really terrific.  Distant thunder wants the hollow, bellowing sound that these waves made when brought in contact with the shores.  Roswell fancied that it was like a groan of the mighty Pacific, at finding its progress suddenly checked.  The spray continued to fly, and, much of the time, the air below his elevated seat was filled with vapour.

As soon as our young master had taken in the grander features of this magnificent view, his eyes sought the Sea Lion of Martha’s Vineyard.  There she was, sure enough, at a distance of only a couple of leagues, and apparently standing directly for the Cape.  Could it be possible that Daggett suspected his manoeuvre, and was coming in search of him, at the precise spot in which he had taken shelter?  As respects the vessel, there was no question as to her character.  From the elevation at which he was placed, Roswell, aided by the glass, had no difficulty in making her out, and in recognising her rig, form, and character.  Stimson also examined her, and knew her to be the schooner.  On that vast and desolate sea, she resembled a speck, but the art of man had enabled those she held to guide her safely through the tempest, and bring her up to her goal, in a time that really seemed miraculous for the circumstances.

“If we had thought of it, Captain Gar’ner,” said Stephen, “we might have brought up an ensign, and set it on these rocks, by way of letting the Vineyarders know where we are to be found.  But we can always go out and meet them, should this wind stand.”

“Which is just what I have no intention of doing, Stephen.  I came in here, on purpose to get rid of that schooner.”

“You surprise me, sir!  A consort is no bad thing, when a craft is a-sealin’ in a high latitude.  The ice makes such ticklish times, that, for me, I’m always glad to know there is such a chance for taking a fellow off, should there happen to be a wreck.”

“All that is very true, but there are reasons which may tell against it.  I have heard of some islands where seals abound, and a consort is not quite so necessary to take them, as when one is wrecked.”

“That alters the case, Captain Gar’ner.  Nobody is obliged to tell of his sealing station.  I was aboard one of the very first craft that found out that the South Shetlands was a famous place for seals, and no one among us thought it necessary to tell it to all the world.  Some men are weak enough to put sich discoveries in the newspapers; but, for my part, I think it quite enough to put them in the log.”