From the deck fervent prayer mingled with the voice of the ocean and with the sighing wind ascended on high.

Margaret said to Paul: "You and I were rescued at the gate of death.

When our frail bark was tossing and labouring hard for life in her lone path over the surging billows and through the blackness of the night, a kind hand overshadowed us and kept us, and now not one of the ship's company is lost." Full of bright hope, she turned to her husband and said: "I now am satisfied we shall safely reach port, and once again we and our dear ones shall see our native lands.

English civilization and English justice will do rightly by us in our misfortunes.

We, who have lost all our possessions,--in an hour stripped of all that we owned,--and have been compelled to endure hardships and face death itself in an English colony, may in confidence look to the old land for succor." The next two days the wind continued favourable, and the little vessel ran along in sight of the coast.
The following day an adverse wind blew and a storm seemed brewing, but the wind only freshened a bit, and all day the vessel beat about in sight of land.