II. AT PORT ARTHUR
XIII. THE COMMANDANT'S BUTLER
XIV. MR. NORTH'S INDISPOSITION
XV. ONE HUNDRED LASHES
XVI. KICKING AGAINST THE PRICKS
XVII. CAPTAIN AND MRS. FRERE
XVIII. IN THE HOSPITAL
XIX. THE CONSOLATIONS OF RELIGION
XX. A NATURAL PENITENTIARY
XXI. A VISIT OF INSPECTION
XXII. GATHERING IN THE THREADS
XXIII RUNNING THE GAUNTLET
XXIV. IN THE NIGHT
XXV. THE FLIGHT
XXVI. THE WORK OF THE SEA
XXVII. THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH

BOOK IV.--NORFOLK ISLAND. 1846.

I. EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF THE REV. JAMES NORTH
II. THE LOST HEIR
III. EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF THE REV. JAMES NORTH
IV. EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF THE REV. JAMES NORTH
V. MR. RICHARD DEVINE SURPRISED
VI. IN WHICH THE CHAPLAIN IS TAKEN ILL
VII. BREAKING A MAN'S SPIRIT
VIII. EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF THE REV. JAMES NORTH
IX. THE LONGEST STRAW
X. A MEETING
XI. EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF THE REV. JAMES NORTH
XII. THE STRANGE BEHAVIOUR OF MR. NORTH
XIII. MR. NORTH SPEAKS
XIV. GETTING READY FOR SEA
XV. THE DISCOVERY
XVI. FIFTEEN HOURS
XVII. THE REDEMPTION
XVIII. THE CYCLONE

EPILOGUE

APPENDIX

HIS NATURAL LIFE.

PROLOGUE.

On the evening of May 3, 1827, the garden of a large red-brick
bow-windowed mansion called North End House, which, enclosed in spacious
grounds, stands on the eastern height of Hampstead Heath, between
Finchley Road and the Chestnut Avenue, was the scene of a domestic
tragedy.

Three persons were the actors in it. One was an old man, whose white
hair and wrinkled face gave token that he was at least sixty years
of age. He stood erect with his back to the wall, which separates the
garden from the Heath, in the attitude of one surprised into sudden
passion, and held uplifted the heavy ebony cane upon which he
was ordinarily accustomed to lean. He was confronted by a man of
two-and-twenty, unusually tall and athletic of figure, dresses in rough
seafaring clothes, and who held in his arms, protecting her, a lady
of middle age. The face of the young man wore an expression of
horror-stricken astonishment, and the slight frame of the grey-haired
woman was convulsed with sobs.

These three people were Sir Richard Devine, his wife, and his only son
Richard, who had returned from abroad that morning.

"So, madam," said Sir Ric