A close family who has found themselves stranded on an
island after a shipwreck - By J. D. Wyss

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WE GAIN A SAILING-BOAT                 139
before I dared tell this to my wife. When I did, however, she agreed on condition we returned the same day. This we promised, and we started cheerfully.
Ernest had not yet been to the ship at all, and was delighted to go. We took with us ample provision of boiled potatoes and the new bread, which I called by the same name savages use for it, namely, cassava. We reached the ship easily, but on examining the pinnace were rather dis­mayed to find the extreme difficulty of the task before us.
The pieces, it is true, were all numbered, but many of them were so heavy I did not see how we were going to move them. We set to work, how­ever, with great energy, in spite of which, when evening came on, we seemed to have done but little. On reaching Deliverance Bay, we found my wife and little Francis there. They had been making arrangements for our living at Tent House as long as we went backwards and forwards to the ship.
We passed a whole week in this difficult work, going every morning and returning every evening.
At length the pinnace was built up, and ready
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