able to convict him of
inaccuracy."

"What!" exclaimed Johnny, opening his eyes to their utmost extent, "do
you suppose we are near those islands Jack Roby tells about, where the
natives chew betel and lime out of a carbo-gourd, and sacrifice men to
their idols, and tear out and devour the hearts of their enemies?"

"And where King Rogerogee lived," added Max, "(you remember him Johnny),
the giant seven feet and a half high, who wore a paradise plume on his
head, and a girdle of the claws and beaks of birds around his waist?
Why, this may be the very island of Podee over which he reigned, and we
ought not to be greatly surprised to see him look in upon us at any
moment, with his paradise plume waving among the tops of the trees, and
his spear, eighteen feet long, in his hand."

"Don't let Rogerogee disturb your dreams, Johnny," said Arthur, "if
there is any such place as the island of Podee, which I very much doubt,
it is, according to Roby's own account, but a few leagues to the east of
Papua, and some twelve or thirteen hundred miles at least, west of us."

Max now got up, and after stretching himself, and giving three or four
great yawns, came towards the spot where the rest of us were sitting;
but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, uttering an
exclamation of surprise, and looking down at something in the grass at
his feet. He then kicked a dark object out of a tall bunch of fern,
towards us. It was an old beaver hat crushed flat, and covered with
mildew and dirt. Robinson Crusoe was not more startled by the footprint
in the sand, than were we at the sight of this unequivocal trace of
civilised man. Arthur picked it up, and restoring it partially to its
proper shape, examined the inside. On the lining of the crown appeared
in gilt letters--

PIERRE BAUDIN,

CHAPELIER,

RUE RICHELIEU, NUMERO 20.

A PARIS.

"Here, then," said Max, "is an end of the notion that we are the first
inhabitants of this island; it is clear that others have been, if they
are not now upon it. Perhaps, Johnny, this is the hat of the man you
heard talking French in the woods this morning."

"At any rate," said, Arthur, after a moment of thoughtful silence, "this
must be the place where the Frenchman who perished in the water-spout
and his companions, were cast away, and from which they afterwards
reached Eiulo's island in a small boat. The well yonder is probably
their work, and we may perhaps find other evidences