that they manage to exist with little or no clothing to shield
their bodies from the piercing winds! It's a wonder they can stand it;
but then they are savages who have been accustomed to the life since
they were born, and know no better."

Scarcely was the ship round Cape Horn when the wind moderated, and the
sea went down till it was almost calm. The order was now given to get
up the topgallant and royal-masts and rig out studding-sail-booms.

The mutineers had long been kept in irons, and some of the men declared
that they were better off than themselves during the bitter weather to
which they had been exposed; but the boatswain and the rest had more
than once petitioned to be set free, promising to be obedient in the
future. The captain, willing to try them, at length liberated them, and
they were now doing duty as if nothing had happened, though the captain
was too wise a man not to keep a watchful eye on them.

Alice, after being so long shut up in the cabin, was glad to be on deck
as much as she could during the day, watching the various operations
going on. The men were aloft rigging out studding-sail-booms, when, to
her horror, she saw one of them fall from the fore-yard. Her
instinctive cry was, "Save him! save him!"

"A man overboard!" shouted those who saw the accident. The ship was
running rapidly before the wind, and under such circumstances
considerable time elapsed before sail could be shortened and the ship
hove-to. Preparations had in the meantime been made to lower a boat,
and willing hands jumped into her, under the command of the second mate,
to go to the rescue of the drowning man. The captain had kept an eye on
the spot where he had fallen, so as to direct the boat in what direction
to pull. Away dashed the hardy crew, straining every muscle to go to
the rescue of their fellow-creature.

A moment before not a bird had been in sight, but just then a huge
albatross was seen soaring high in the air. Its keen eye had caught
sight of the unfortunate man. The boat dashed on, the mate and the crew
shouting loudly in the hope of scaring off the bird; but heeding not
their cries, downwards it flew with a fearful swoop. In vain the
wretched man, who was a strong swimmer, endeavoured to defend himself
with his hands; its sharp beak pierced his head, and in another instant
he floated a lifeless corpse on the surface of the water.

"Who is he?" asked several voices.

"Tom Hulk," answered the