Kit and Raed, however, have got a theory,--which they expound very gravely,--to the effect that electricity and the luminiferous ether--that thin medium through which light is propagated from the sun, and which pervades all matter--are one and the same thing; which, of course, is all very fine as a theory, and will be finer when they can give the proof of it.
After watching the aurora for some minutes longer, during which it kept waxing and waning with alternate pale-crimson and blood-red flushes, we went back to our bunks; whence we were only aroused by Palmleaf calling us to breakfast.
If there was any wind that morning it must have been from the east, when the crags of the island under which we lay would have interrupted it.

Not a breath reached the deck of "The Curlew;" and we were thus obliged to remain at our anchorage, which, in compliment to the captain, and after the custom of navigators, we named _Mazard's Bay_.
As the inlet bore no name, and was not even indicated on the charts we had with us, we felt at liberty to thus designate it, leaving to future explorers the privilege of rechristening it at their pleasure.
"We shall have a lazy morning of it," Kit remarked, as we stood loitering about the deck.
"I propose that we let down the boat, and go ashore on the island," said Wade.

"'Twould seem good to set foot on something firm once more." "Well, those ledges look firm enough," replied Raed.

"See here, captain: here's a chap begging to get ashore.

Is it safe to trust him off the ship ?" "Hardly," laughed Capt.Mazard.