One of my first discoveries was this cavern with its subterranean stream of water, and two openings, one of which gives easy access to the sea.

Knowing that our ship must, sooner or later, go to pieces, and desirous of saving what property I might, I rigged up a derrick at the mouth of the cavern, and, with the aid of my brave wife, transferred everything movable from the wreck; a labour of months.
"Winter was now at hand, and, foreseeing that we must spend it where we were, I walled up the openings and made all possible preparations to fight the coming cold.

We burned wood from the wreck while it lasted, and in the meantime I labored almost night and day at the establishment of an electric plant.

But the awful winter came and found it still unfinished, and before the coming of another spring I was left alone." Here the speaker paused, overcome as much by his feelings as by weakness, and, during the silence that followed, Cabot stole away, ostensibly to see that the dynamo was running smoothly.

When he returned the narrator had recovered his calmness, and was ready to continue his story.
"She had never been strong," he said, "and I so cruelly allowed her to overwork herself that she had no strength left with which to fight the winter.