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A
minute
later
the
dry
wood
crackled
and
a
cheerful
flame
,
assisted
by
the
vigorous
blowing
of
the
sailor
,
sprang
up
in
the
midst
of
the
darkness
.
"
At
last
!
"
cried
Pencroft
,
getting
up
;
"
I
was
never
so
nervous
before
in
all
my
life
!
"
The
flat
stones
made
a
capital
fireplace
.
The
smoke
went
quite
easily
out
at
the
narrow
passage
,
the
chimney
drew
,
and
an
agreeable
warmth
was
not
long
in
being
felt
.
They
must
now
take
great
care
not
to
let
the
fire
go
out
,
and
always
to
keep
some
embers
alight
.
It
only
needed
care
and
attention
,
as
they
had
plenty
of
wood
and
could
renew
their
store
at
any
time
.
Pencroft
's
first
thought
was
to
use
the
fire
by
preparing
a
more
nourishing
supper
than
a
dish
of
shell-fish
.
Two
dozen
eggs
were
brought
by
Herbert
.
The
reporter
leaning
up
in
a
corner
,
watched
these
preparations
without
saying
anything
.
A
threefold
thought
weighed
on
his
mind
.
Was
Cyrus
still
alive
?
If
he
was
alive
,
where
was
he
?
If
he
had
survived
from
his
fall
,
how
was
it
that
he
had
not
found
some
means
of
making
known
his
existence
?
As
to
Neb
,
he
was
roaming
about
the
shore
.
He
was
like
a
body
without
a
soul
.
Pencroft
knew
fifty
ways
of
cooking
eggs
,
but
this
time
he
had
no
choice
,
and
was
obliged
to
content
himself
with
roasting
them
under
the
hot
cinders
.
In
a
few
minutes
the
cooking
was
done
,
and
the
seaman
invited
the
reporter
to
take
his
share
of
the
supper
.
Such
was
the
first
repast
of
the
castaways
on
this
unknown
coast
.
The
hard
eggs
were
excellent
,
and
as
eggs
contain
everything
indispensable
to
man
's
nourishment
,
these
poor
people
thought
themselves
well
off
,
and
were
much
strengthened
by
them
.
Oh
!
if
only
one
of
them
had
not
been
missing
at
this
meal
!
If
the
five
prisoners
who
escaped
from
Richmond
had
been
all
there
,
under
the
piled-up
rocks
,
before
this
clear
,
crackling
fire
on
the
dry
sand
,
what
thanksgiving
must
they
have
rendered
to
Heaven
!
But
the
most
ingenious
,
the
most
learned
,
he
who
was
their
unquestioned
chief
,
Cyrus
Harding
,
was
,
alas
!
missing
,
and
his
body
had
not
even
obtained
a
burial-place
.
Thus
passed
the
25th
of
March
.
Night
had
come
on
.
Outside
could
be
heard
the
howling
of
the
wind
and
the
monotonous
sound
of
the
surf
breaking
on
the
shore
.
The
waves
rolled
the
shingle
backwards
and
forwards
with
a
deafening
noise
.
The
reporter
retired
into
a
dark
corner
after
having
shortly
noted
down
the
occurrences
of
the
day
;
the
first
appearance
of
this
new
land
,
the
loss
of
their
leader
,
the
exploration
of
the
coast
,
the
incident
of
the
matches
,
etc.
;
and
then
overcome
by
fatigue
,
he
managed
to
forget
his
sorrows
in
sleep
.
Herbert
went
to
sleep
directly
.
As
to
the
sailor
,
he
passed
the
night
with
one
eye
on
the
fire
,
on
which
he
did
not
spare
fuel
.
But
one
of
the
castaways
did
not
sleep
in
the
cave
.
The
inconsolable
,
despairing
Neb
,
notwithstanding
all
that
his
companions
could
say
to
induce
him
to
take
some
rest
,
wandered
all
night
long
on
the
shore
calling
on
his
master
.
