I see," said Agnew, dryly. "At any rate, the current will take us
somewhere. We shall find ourselves carried past these volcanic
islands, or through them, and then west to the Cape of Good Hope.
Besides, even here we may find land with animals and vegetation; who
knows?"

"What! amid all this ice?" I cried. "Are you mad?"

"Mad?" said he; "I should certainly go mad if I hadn't hope."

"Hope!" I repeated; "I have long since given up hope."

"Oh, well," said he, "enjoy your despair, and don't try to deprive me
of my consolation. My hope sustains me, and helps me to cheer you up.
It would never do, old fellow, for both of us to knock under."

I said nothing more, nor did Agnew. We drifted on, and all our
thoughts were taken up with the two volcanoes, toward which we were
every moment drawing nearer. As we approached they grew larger and
larger, towering up to a tremendous height. I had seen Vesuvius and
Stromboli and AEtna and Cotopaxi; but these appeared far larger than
any of them, not excepting the last. They rose, like the Peak of
Teneriffe, abruptly from the sea, with no intervening hills to dwarf
or diminish their proportions. They were ten or twelve miles apart,
and the channel of water in which we were drifting flowed between
them.

Here the ice and snow ended. We thus came at last to land; but it was
a land that seemed more terrible than even the bleak expanse of ice
and snow that lay behind, for nothing could be seen except a vast and
drear accumulation of lava-blocks of every imaginable shape, without
a trace of vegetation--uninhabited, uninhabitable, and unpassable to
man. But just where the ice ended and the rocks began there was a
long, low reef, which projected for more than a quarter of a mile into
the water, affording the only possible landing-place within sight.
Here we decided to land, so as to rest and consider what was best to
be done.

Here we landed, and walked up to where rugged lava-blocks prevented
any further progress. But at this spot our attention was suddenly
arrested by a sight of horror. It was a human figure lying prostrate,
face downward.

At this sight there came over us a terrible sensation. Even Agnew's
buoyant soul shrank back, and we stared at each other with quivering
lips. It was some time before we could recover ourselves; then we went
to the figure, and stooped down to examine it.

The clothes were those of a European and a sailor; the frame was
emaciated and dried up,