It was demagnetized.

Felix resolved to trust to the wind, which he was certain blew from the opposite quarter, and would therefore carry him out.

The stars he could not see for the vapour, which formed a roof above him.
The wind was rising, but in uncertain gusts; however, he hoisted the sail, and floated slowly before it.

Nothing but excitement could have kept him awake.

Reclining in the canoe, he watched the serpent-like flames playing over the surface, and forced himself by sheer power of will not to sleep.