Krakatoa
vent.

Before the light referred to went out, Moses was struck violently on
the chest by something soft, which caused him to stagger.

It was Spinkie! In the midst of the unusual horrors that surrounded him,
while clinging to the unfamiliar mizzen shrouds on which in desperation
the poor monkey had found a temporary refuge, the electric fire showed
him the dark figure of his old familiar friend standing not far off.
With a shriek of not quite hopeless despair, and an inconceivable bound,
Spinkie launched himself into space. His early training in the forest
stood him in good stead at that crisis! As already said he hit the mark
fairly, and clung to Moses with a tenacity that was born of mingled love
and desperation. Finding that nothing short of cruelty would unfix his
little friend, Moses stuffed him inside the breast of his cotton shirt.
In this haven of rest the monkey heaved a sigh of profound contentment,
folded his hands on his bosom, and meekly went to sleep.

Two of the excessively violent paroxysms of the volcano, above referred
to, had by that time taken place, but the third, and worst--that which
occurred about 10 A.M.--was yet in store for them, though they knew it
not, and a lull in the roar, accompanied by thicker darkness than ever,
was its precursor. There was not, however, any lull in the violence of
the wind.

"I don't like these lulls," said Captain Roy to the hermit, as they
stood close to the binnacle, in the feeble light of its lamp. "What is
that striking against our sides, Mr. Moor?"

"Looks like floating pumice, sir," answered the second mate, "and I
think I see palm-trees amongst it."

"Ay, I thought so, we must be close to land," said the captain. "We
can't be far from Anjer, and I fear the big waves that have already
passed us have done some damage. Lower a lantern over the side,--no,
fetch an empty tar-barrel and let's have a flare. That will enable us to
see things better."

While the barrel was being fastened to a spar so as to be thrust well
out beyond the side of the brig, Van der Kemp descended the companion
and opened the cabin door.

"Come up now, Winnie, darling."

"Yes, father," was the reply, as the poor girl, who had been anxiously
awaiting the summons, glided out and clasped her father's arm with both
hands. "Are things quieting down?"

"They are, a little. It may be temporary, but--Our Father directs it
all."

"True, father. I'm _so_ glad of that!"

"Min