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"
Yes
,
my
friend
.
They
have
a
bad
name
in
these
waters
.
It
is
not
a
matter
of
timid
or
brutish
Australians
,
but
of
an
intelligent
and
sanguinary
race
,
cannibals
greedy
of
human
flesh
,
man-eaters
to
whom
we
should
look
in
vain
for
pity
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
"
exclaimed
the
Major
,
"
if
Captain
Grant
had
been
wrecked
on
the
coast
of
New
Zealand
,
you
would
dissuade
us
from
looking
for
him
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
might
search
on
the
coasts
,
"
replied
the
geographer
,
"
because
you
might
find
traces
of
the
Britannia
,
but
not
in
the
interior
,
for
it
would
be
perfectly
useless
.
Every
European
who
ventures
into
these
fatal
districts
falls
into
the
hands
of
the
Maories
,
and
a
prisoner
in
the
hands
of
the
Maories
is
a
lost
man
.
I
have
urged
my
friends
to
cross
the
Pampas
,
to
toil
over
the
plains
of
Australia
,
but
I
will
never
lure
them
into
the
mazes
of
the
New
Zealand
forest
.
May
heaven
be
our
guide
,
and
keep
us
from
ever
being
thrown
within
the
power
of
those
fierce
natives
!
"
STILL
this
wearisome
voyage
dragged
on
.
On
the
2d
of
February
,
six
days
from
starting
,
the
Macquarie
had
not
yet
made
a
nearer
acquaintance
with
the
shores
of
Auckland
.
The
wind
was
fair
,
nevertheless
,
and
blew
steadily
from
the
southwest
;
but
the
currents
were
against
the
ship
's
course
,
and
she
scarcely
made
any
way
.
The
heavy
,
lumpy
sea
strained
her
cordage
,
her
timbers
creaked
,
and
she
labored
painfully
in
the
trough
of
the
sea
.
Her
standing
rigging
was
so
out
of
order
that
it
allowed
play
to
the
masts
,
which
were
violently
shaken
at
every
roll
of
the
sea
.
Fortunately
,
Will
Halley
was
not
a
man
in
a
hurry
,
and
did
not
use
a
press
of
canvas
,
or
his
masts
would
inevitably
have
come
down
.
John
Mangles
therefore
hoped
that
the
wretched
hull
would
reach
port
without
accident
;
but
it
grieved
him
that
his
companions
should
have
to
suffer
so
much
discomfort
from
the
defective
arrangements
of
the
brig.
But
neither
Lady
Helena
nor
Mary
Grant
uttered
a
word
of
complaint
,
though
the
continuous
rain
obliged
them
to
stay
below
,
where
the
want
of
air
and
the
violence
of
the
motion
were
painfully
felt
.
They
often
braved
the
weather
,
and
went
on
the
poop
till
driven
down
again
by
the
force
of
a
sudden
squall
.
Then
they
returned
to
the
narrow
space
,
fitter
for
stowing
cargo
than
accommodating
passengers
,
especially
ladies
.
Their
friends
did
their
best
to
amuse
them
.
Paganel
tried
to
beguile
the
time
with
his
stories
,
but
it
was
a
hopeless
case
.
Their
minds
were
so
distracted
at
this
change
of
route
as
to
be
quite
unhinged
.
Much
as
they
had
been
interested
in
his
dissertation
on
the
Pampas
,
or
Australia
,
his
lectures
on
New
Zealand
fell
on
cold
and
indifferent
ears
.
Besides
,
they
were
going
to
this
new
and
ill-reputed
country
without
enthusiasm
,
without
conviction
,
not
even
of
their
own
free
will
,
but
solely
at
the
bidding
of
destiny
.
Of
all
the
passengers
on
board
the
Macquarie
,
the
most
to
be
pitied
was
Lord
Glenarvan
.
He
was
rarely
to
be
seen
below
.
He
could
not
stay
in
one
place
.
His
nervous
organization
,
highly
excited
,
could
not
submit
to
confinement
between
four
narrow
bulkheads
.
All
day
long
,
even
all
night
,
regardless
of
the
torrents
of
rain
and
the
dashing
waves
,
he
stayed
on
the
poop
,
sometimes
leaning
on
the
rail
,
sometimes
walking
to
and
fro
in
feverish
agitation
.
His
eyes
wandered
ceaselessly
over
the
blank
horizon
.
He
scanned
it
eagerly
during
every
short
interval
of
clear
weather
.
It
seemed
as
if
he
sought
to
question
the
voiceless
waters
;
he
longed
to
tear
away
the
veil
of
fog
and
vapor
that
obscured
his
view
.
He
could
not
be
resigned
,
and
his
features
expressed
the
bitterness
of
his
grief
.
He
was
a
man
of
energy
,
till
now
happy
and
powerful
,
and
deprived
in
a
moment
of
power
and
happiness
.
John
Mangles
bore
him
company
,
and
endured
with
him
the
inclemency
of
the
weather
.
On
this
day
Glenarvan
looked
more
anxiously
than
ever
at
each
point
where
a
break
in
the
mist
enabled
him
to
do
so
.
John
came
up
to
him
and
said
,
"
Your
Lordship
is
looking
out
for
land
?
"
Glenarvan
shook
his
head
in
dissent
.
