In the second, our amiable little Francis, six years old, and of a sweet disposition.
In the third, Fritz, our eldest, fourteen or fifteen years old, a curly-headed, clever, intelligent and lively youth.
In the fourth, the powder-cask, with the fowls and the sailcloth.
Our provisions filled the fifth.
In the sixth, our heedless Jack, ten years old, enterprising, bold, and useful.
In the seventh, Ernest, twelve years of age, well-informed and rational, but somewhat selfish and indolent.

In the eighth, myself, an anxious father, charged with the important duty of guiding the vessel to save my dear family.

Each of us had some useful tools beside us; each held an oar, and had a swimming apparatus at hand, in case we were unfortunately upset.

The tide was rising when we left, which I considered might assist my weak endeavours.

We turned our out-riggers length-ways, and thus passed from the cleft of the ship into the open sea.