upendous and perfect system of beauty and design; and
where can that be, if it is not in that heaven which we hope to gain?"

There was a silence for a few moments, when William said, "They say that
there are people who are atheists, papa. How can they be so if they
only look around them? I am sure a mere examination of the works of God
ought to make them good Christians."

"No, my child," replied Mr Seagrave; "there you are in error. Few deny
the existence of a Deity, and an examination of his works may make them
good and devout men, but not Christians. There are good men to be found
under every denomination, whether they be Jews, Mahomedans, or Pagans;
but they are not Christians."

"Very true, papa."

"Faith in things seen, if I may use the term, my dear child, may induce
men to acknowledge the power and goodness of the Almighty, but it will
not make them wise to salvation; for that end, it is necessary, as the
Apostle saith, to have faith in things not seen."

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX.

"Well, Ready," said Mr Seagrave, after breakfast, "which is to be our
next job?"

"Why, sir, I think we had better all set to, to collect the branches and
ends of the cocoa-nut trees cut down, and stack them for fuel. Tommy
and Juno have already made a good large pile, and I think, by to-night,
we shall have made the stack, and so arranged it that the rain will not
get into it much. After that, as the weather will not permit us to
leave the house for any time, we will cut our salt-pan and make our
fish-pond; they will take a week at least, and then we shall have little
more to do near home. I think the strength of the rains is over
already, and perhaps in a fortnight we may venture to walk through the
wood, and examine what we have saved from the wreck."

"And we are to explore the island; are we not, Ready?" said William. "I
long to do that."

"Yes, William, but that must be almost the last job; for we shall be
away for two or three nights, perhaps, and we must look out for fine
weather. We will, however, do that before we bring the stores round in
the boat."

"But how are we to make the salt-pan, Ready? We must cut it out of the
solid rock."

"Yes, William; but I have three or four of what they call cold chisels,
and with one of them and a hammer, we shall get on faster than you
think; for the coral rock, although hard at the surface, is soft a
little below it."

The whole of that day was employed in piling