natives, who will be sure to be friendly--if not,
we will make them so--and where _they_ can live, _we_ can live. So I am
going to turn in and dream about it. Luckily the weather is warm.
Good-night."

Thus did our three adventurers, turning in on that giddy ledge, spend
their first night in Newfoundland.

CHAPTER SIX.

DIFFICULTIES MET AND OVERCOME.

The position in which the trio found themselves next morning, when
daylight revealed it, was, we might almost say, tremendously romantic.

The ledge on which they had passed the night was much narrower than they
had supposed it to be, and their beds, if we may so call them, had been
dangerously near to the edge of a frightful precipice which descended
sheer down to a strip of sand that looked like a yellow thread two
hundred feet below. The cliff behind them rose almost perpendicularly
another hundred feet or more, and the narrow path or gully by which they
had gained their eyrie was so steep and rugged that their reaching the
spot at all in safety seemed little short of a miracle. The sun was
brightening with its first beams an absolutely tranquil sea when the
sleepers opened their eyes, and beheld what seemed to them a great
universe of liquid light. Their ears at the same time drank in the soft
sound of murmuring ripples far below, and the occasional cry of sportive
sea-birds.

"Grand! glorious!" exclaimed Trench, as he sat up and gazed with
enthusiasm on the scene.

Paul did not speak. His thoughts were too deep for utterance, but his
mind reverted irresistibly to some of the verses in that manuscript
Gospel which he carried so carefully in his bosom.

As for Oliver, his flushed young face and glittering eyes told their own
tale. At first he felt inclined to shout for joy, but his feelings
choked him; so he, too, remained speechless. The silence was broken at
last by a commonplace remark from Paul, as he pointed to the
horizon--"The home of our shipmates is further off than I thought it
was."

"The rascals!" exclaimed the captain, thinking of the shipmates, not of
the home; "the place is too good for 'em."

"But all of them are not equally bad," suggested Paul gently.

"Humph!" replied Trench, for kind and good-natured though he was he
always found it difficult to restrain his indignation at anything that
savoured of injustice. In occasionally giving way to this temper, he
failed to perceive at first that he was himself sometimes guilty of
i