CHAPTER VI.
ON DECK.
Here I am in the open air, breathing freely once more.

I have at last been hauled out of that stifling box and taken on deck.

I gaze around me in every direction and see no sign of land.

On every hand is that circular line which defines earth and sky.

No, there is not even a speck of land to be seen to the west, where the coast of North America extends for thousands of miles.
The setting sun now throws but slanting rays upon the bosom of the ocean.