A bottle of the latter was soon poured down his throat, and Newton felt as if restored to his former vigour.
At seven o'clock in the evening the boat was nearly high and dry.

Newton baled her out, and, fixing the grapnel firmly in the sand, lay down to sleep in the stern-sheets, covered over with the sail.

His sleep was so sound that he did not wake until six o'clock the next morning; when the boat was again aground.

He refreshed himself with some wine, and meditated upon his prospect.

Thanking Heaven for a renewed chance of escape, and lamenting over the fate of the unprepared Jackson, who had evidently been upset, from the main-sheet having been jammed, Newton resolved to make for one of the English isles, which he knew to be about two hundred miles distant.
The oars had been lost, but the rudder of the boat was fortunately made fast by a pennant.