e must not kill the old ones. Now I
think we may as well go back. Juno is carrying in the supper."

Before Mr Seagrave and Ready started on the following morning, the
latter gave William directions as to the boat. The provisions and the
knapsack having been already prepared, they took leave of Mrs Seagrave,
and set off, each armed with a musket, and Ready with his axe slung over
his shoulder. They had a long walk before them, as they had first to
find their way back to the house, and from thence had to walk through
the wood to the cove.

In two hours after leaving the house they reached the spot where they
had first landed. The rocks near to it were strewed with timber and
planks, which lay bleaching in the sun, or half-buried in the sand. Mr
Seagrave sat down, and sighed deeply as he said, "Ready, the sight of
these timbers, of which the good ship Pacific was built, recalls
feelings which I had hoped to have dismissed from my mind; but I cannot
help them rising up. The remains of this vessel appear to me as the
last link between us and the civilised world, which we have been torn
from, and all my thoughts of home and country, and I may say all my
longing for them, are revived as strong as ever."

"And very natural that they should, Mr Seagrave; I feel it also. I am
content, it is true, because I have nothing to wish or look forward to;
but still I could not help thinking of poor Captain Osborn and my
shipmates, as I looked upon the wreck, and wishing that I might take
them by the hand again. It is very natural that one should do so. Why,
sir, do you know that I feel unhappy even about the poor ship. We
sailors love our vessels, especially when they have good qualities, and
the Pacific was as fine a vessel as ever was built. Now, sir, I feel
quite melancholy when I see her planks and timbers lying about here.
But, sir, if we cannot help feeling as we do, it is our duty to check
the feeling, so that it does not get the mastery over us. We can do no
more."

"Very true, Ready," said Mr Seagrave, rising up; "it is not only
useless, but even sinful to indulge in them, as they only can lead to
our repining at the decrees of heaven. Let us now examine the rocks,
and see if anything has been thrown up that may be of use to us."

They walked round, but, with the exception of spars and a barrel or two
of tar, they could find nothing of value. There was no want of staves
and iron hoops of broken casks, and thes