us. Some time before this the ship had
become completely water-logged; and we, being driven from all shelter
below, were reduced to the state in which you found us."

The account De Lisle gave of Mr Carr raised him very much in my
opinion, and I thought at the time that he was just the man I should
like to sail with. We more than once spoke on the subject of the
condition to which the crew of the _Eagle_ had been reduced.

"To my mind," observed De Lisle, "I cannot believe that people are
justified in taking away the life of a fellow-creature even to preserve
their own. I thought so at the time, and I think so now, that our duty
is to resign ourselves implicitly to God's will--to do our very utmost
to preserve our lives, and to leave the rest in his hands."

Peter agreed with him. He told him that he wondered Mr Carr did not
mix up the grease on which they had fed with very fine saw-dust, as it
would have made it go much further. De Lisle replied, that had they
even supposed such a thing would have been beneficial, they had no means
of making fine saw-dust, as they could get at no saw, and every particle
of wood, as well as everything else, was soaked with wet.

After all the dangers and adventures we had gone through, it was with no
little satisfaction that, as I was stationed on the look-out aloft, I
espied land on the starboard-bow, which Captain Gale pronounced to be
that of Nova Scotia, a little to the westward of Cape Spry. We were in
sight of Sambro Head just at nightfall, but had to lay off till the
morning before we could run in among the numerous islets which exist
between that point and Devil's Island.

Thus another night had to be passed on board by our weary shipwrecked
visitors. Dark and dreary it proved. The wind came off cold and
cheerless, in fitful gusts, from the shore, and moaned and howled
through the rigging; the rain beat on our decks; and broken cross-seas
tumbled and danced round us like imps of evil, eager to prevent our
escaping from their malign influence. Thus wore on the night.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

ADVENTURES IN MOROCCO--SEARCH FOR THE LOST CAPTAIN.

As the morning sun arose, lighting up Sambro Head in the distance, the
clouds of night dispersed from off the sky, and with a fair breeze we
ran in under the forts which guard McNab's Island, at the entrance of
the fine harbour of Halifax. The capital of Nova Scotia stands on the
side of a hill facing the east, which rises gr