As for the Sea Lion of the Vineyard, she was literally shelfed, as has been said.  So irresistible had been the momentum of the great floe, that it lifted her out of the water as two or three hands would run up a bark canoe on a gravelly beach.  This lifting process had, very fortunately for the craft, been effected by an application of force from below, in a wedge-like manner, and by bringing the strongest defences of the vessel to meet the power.  Consequently, no essential injury had been done the vessel in thus laying her on her screw-dock.

“If a body could get the craft off as easily as she was got on,” observed Daggett, as he and Roswell Gardiner stood looking at the schooner’s situation, “it would be but a light job.  But, as it is, she lies on ice at least twenty feet thick, and ice that seems as solid as flint!”

“We know it is not quite as hard as that, Daggett,” was Roswell’s reply; “for our saws and axes make great havoc in it, when we can fairly get at it.”

“If one could get fairly at it!  But here you see, Gar’ner, everything is under water, and an axe is next to useless.  Nor can the saws be used with much advantage on ice so thick.”

“There is no help for it but hard work and great perseverance.  I would advise that a saw be set at work at each end of the schooner, allowing a little room in case of accidents, and that we weaken the foundation by two deep cuts.  The weight of the vessel will help us, and in time she will settle back into her ‘native element,’ as the newspapers have it.”

There was, indeed, no other process that promised success, and the advice of Gardiner was followed.  In the course of the next two hours deep cuts were made with the saws, which were pushed so low as to reach quite to the bottom of the cake.  This could be done only by what the sailors called “jury-handles,” or spars secured to the plates.  The water offered the principal obstacle, for that lay on the shelf at least five feet deep.  Perseverance and ingenuity, however, finally achieved their aim.  A cracking was heard, the schooner slowly righted, and settled off into the sea again, as easily and harmlessly as if scientifically launched.  The fenders protected her sides and copper, though the movement was little more than slowly sinking on the fragment of the cake, which, by means of the cuts, had been gradually so much reduced as to be unable to uphold so great a weight.  It was merely reversing the process of breaking the camel’s back, by laying the last feather on his load.

This happy conclusion to several hours of severe toil, occurred just as the field had drifted abreast of the cove, and was about the centre of the bay.  Hazard came up also at that point, on his return from the volcano, altering his course a little to speak the strangers.  The report of the mate concerning his discoveries was simple and brief.  There was a volcano, and one in activity; but it had nothing