. . .ump of the loose spar, the murmur of the rain, the splash of waves against the Violetta’s sides. I reflected that our situation was perhaps more unusual than perilous; that we were likely to be seen by somebody if the weather cleared; that after all the sea is in reality a less eventful element than the land; that a philosophic mind is better than a feather bed; that with reasonable good luck and a philosophic mind I might have the credit of a nightlong watch over Mrs. Mink’s slumbers, along with the benefit of a night’s rest. So reflecting, I went to sleep.

CHAPTER VI—SECOND ADVENTURE

WHEN I awoke the sun was shining in at the port-holes, and the ship appeared to be quiet, but slanting. It was the slant that had rolled me off the sofa and aw. . . Read More