herds, had visited the cabin daily, and had been at the sick man’s side, when his fever was at its height; and had now come again, as if to inquire after his night’s rest.  Mark held out his hand, and spoke to his companion, for such she was, and thought she was rejoiced to hear his voice again, and to be allowed to lick his hand.  There was great consolation in this mute intercourse, poor Mark feeling the want of sympathy so much as to find a deep pleasure in this proof of affection even in a brute.

Mark now arose, and found himself sensibly improved by his night’s rest, the washing, and the nourishment received, little as the last had been.  His first step was to empty the tumbler, bread and all.  Then he took another bath, the last doing quite as much good, he fancied, as his breakfast.  All that day, the young man managed his case with the same self-denial and prudence, consuming a ship’s biscuit in the course of the next twenty-four hours, and taking two or three glasses of the wine, mixed with water and sweetened with sugar.  In the afternoon he endeavoured to shave, but the first effort convinced him he was getting well too fast.

It was thrice twenty-four hours after his first bath, before Mark Woolston had sufficient strength to reach the galley and light a fire.  In this he then succeeded, and he treated himself to a cup of good warm tea.  He concocted some dishes of arrow-root and cocoa, too, in the course of that and the next day, continuing his baths, and changing his linen repeatedly.  On the fifth day, he got off his beard, which was a vast relief to him, and by the end of the week he actually crawled up on the poop, where he could get a sight of his domains.

The Summit was fast getting to be really green in considerable patches, for the whole rock was now covered with grass.  Kitty was feeding quietly enough on the hillside, the gentle creature having learned to pass the curtain at the gate, and go up and down the ascents at pleasure.  Mark scarce dared to look for his hogs, but there they were rooting and grunting about the Reef, actually fat and contented.  He knew that this foreboded evil to his garden, for the creatures must have died for want of food during his illness, had not some such relief been found.  As yet, his strength would not allow him to go ashore, and he was obliged to content himself with this distant view of his estate.  The poultry appeared to be well, and the invalid fancied he saw chickens running at the side of one of the hens.

It was a week later before Mark ventured to go as far as the crater.  On entering it, he found that his conjectures concerning the garden were true.  Two-thirds of it had been dug over by the snouts of his pigs, quite as effectually as he could have done it, in his vigour, with the spade.  Tops and roots had been demolished alike, and about as much wasted as had been consumed, Kitty was found, flagrante delictu, nibbling at the beans, which, by this time, were dead ripe.  The peas, and beans, and Indian corn had made good picking for the poultry; and everything possessing life had actually been living in abundance, while the sick man had lain unconscious of even his own, existence, in a state as near death as life.