Surely he might be expected to put himself in communication with the last European who had shaken hands with his brother! Nevertheless, Captain Len Guy remained persistently on board his ship, without even going on deck; and, looking through the glass skylight of his cabin, I saw him perpetually stooping over the table, which was covered with open books and out-spread charts.

No doubt the charts were those of the austral latitudes, and the books were narratives of the precursors of the _Jane_ in those mysterious regions of the south.
On the table lay also a volume which had been read and re-read a hundred times.

Most of its pages were dogs'-eared and their margins were filled with pencilled notes.

And on the cover shone the title in brightly gilded letters: THE ADVENTURES OF ARTHUR GORDON PYM..