ther things on shore and forget the greatest
necessary in life! The fact is, I intended to look for it on the island
as soon as I could, as it would save a great deal of trouble."

Ready returned on board as fast as he could, and brought on shore two
kegs of fresh water, which he and William rolled up to the tent.

Juno had completely finished her task, and Mrs Seagrave having drunk
some water, declared that she was much better.

"I shall not return on board any more to-night," said Ready, "I feel
tired--very tired indeed."

"You must be," replied Mr Seagrave; "do not think of doing any more."

"And I haven't touched food this day, or even quenched my thirst,"
replied Ready, sitting down.

"You are ill, are you not, Ready?" said William.

"A little faint, William; I'm not so young as I was. Could you give me
a little water?"

"Stop, William, I will," said Mr Seagrave, taking up a tin can which
had been filled for his wife: "here, Ready, drink this."

"I shall be better soon, sir; I'll just lie down a little, and then I'll
have a biscuit and a little meat."

Poor old Ready was indeed quite tired out; but he ate something, and
felt much revived. Juno was very busy; she had given the children some
of the salt meat and biscuit to eat. The baby, and Tommy, and Caroline
had been put to bed, and the second tent was nearly ready.

"It will do very well for to-night, Juno," said Mr Seagrave; "we have
done work enough for this day."

"Yes, sir," replied Ready, "and I think we ought to thank God for his
mercies to us before we go to sleep."

"You remind me of my duty, Ready; let us thank him for his goodness, and
pray to him for his protection before we go to sleep."

Mr Seagrave then offered up a prayer of thankfulness; and they all
retired to rest.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

Mr Seagrave was the first who awoke and rose from his bed on the
ensuing morning. He stepped out of the tent, and looked around him.
The sky was clear and brilliant. A light breeze ruffled o'er the
surface of the water, and the tiny waves rippled one after another upon
the white sand of the cove. To the left of the cove the land rose,
forming small hills, behind which appeared the continuation of the
cocoa-nut groves. To the right, a low ridge of coral rocks rose almost
as a wall from the sea, and joined the herbage and brushwood at about a
hundred paces, while the wreck of the Pacific, lying like some huge
stranded monster, formed the