the heavy swell is still
upon the sea, and is an unquestionable sign that a tempest has been
raging at no great distance. The raft labours hard against the waves,
and Curtis, Falsten, and the boatswain, employ the little energy that
remains to them in strengthening the joints. Why do they give themselves
such trouble? Why not let the few frail planks part asunder, and allow
the ocean to terminate our miserable existence? Certain it seems that
our sufferings must have reached their utmost limit, and nothing could
exceed the torture that we are enduring. The sky pours down upon us a
heat like that of molten lead, and the sweat that saturates the tattered
clothes that hang about our bodies goes far to aggravate the agonies
of our thirst. No words of mine can describe this dire distress; these
sufferings are beyond human estimate.

Even bathing, the only means of refreshment that we possessed, has now
become impossible, for ever since Jynxstrop's death the sharks have hung
about the raft in shoals.

To-day I tried to gain a few drops of fresh water by evaporation, but
even with the exercise of the greatest patience, it was with the utmost
difficulty that I obtained enough to moisten a little scrap of linen;
and the only kettle that we had was so old and battered, that it would
not bear the fire, so that I was obliged to give up the attempt in
despair.

Falsten is now almost exhausted, and if he survives us at all, it can
only be for a few days. Whenever I raised my head I always failed to see
him, but he was probably lying sheltered somewhere beneath the sails.
Curtis was the only man who remained on his feet, but with indomitable
pluck he continued to stand on the front of the raft, waiting, watching,
hoping. To look at him, with his unflagging energy, almost tempted me to
imagine that he did well to hope, but I dared nor entertain one sanguine
thought; and there I lay, waiting, nay, longing for death.

How many hours passed away thus I cannot tell, but after a time a loud
peal of laughter burst upon my ear Some one else, then, was going mad,
I thought; but the idea did not rouse me in the least. The laughter was
repeated with greater vehemence, but I never raised my head. Presently I
caught a few incoherent words.

"Fields, fields, gardens and trees! Look, there's an inn under the
trees! Quick, quick! brandy, gin, water! a guinea a drop! I'll pay for
it! I've lots of money! lots! lots!"

Poor deluded wretch! I thou