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on board the Bonadventure, so as to be able to continue their excursion until nightfall. This was done at five o'clock in the evening, at which hour they entered the wood.

      Numerous animals fled at their approach, being principally, one might say, only goats and pigs, which it was easy to see belonged to European species.

      Doubtless some whaler had landed them on the island, where they had rapidly increased. Herbert resolved to catch one or two living, and take them back to Lincoln Island.

      It was no longer doubtful that men at some period or other had visited this islet, and this became still more evident when paths appeared trodden through the forest, felled trees, and everywhere traces of the hand of man; but the trees were becoming rotten, and had been felled many years ago; the marks of the axe were velveted with moss, and the grass grew long and thick on the paths, so that it was difficult to find them.

      "But," observed Gideon Spilett, "this not only proves that men have landed on the island, but also that they lived on it for some time. Now, who were these men? How many of them remain?"

      "The document," said Herbert, "only spoke of one castaway."

      "Well, if he is still on the island," replied Pencroft, "it is impossible but that we shall find him."

      The exploration was continued. The sailor and his companions naturally followed the route which cut diagonally across the island, and they were thus obliged to follow the stream which flowed towards the sea.

      If the animals of European origin, if works due to a human hand, showed incontestably that men had already visited the island, several specimens of the vegetable kingdom did not prove it less. In some places, in the midst of clearings, it was evident that the soil had been planted with culinary plants, at probably the same distant period.

      What, then, was Herbert's joy, when he recognised potatoes, chicory, sorrel, carrots, cabbages, and turnips, of which it was sufficient to collect the seed to enrich the soil of Lincoln Island.

      "Capital, jolly!" exclaimed Pencroft. "That will suit Neb as well as us. Even if we do not find the castaway, at least our voyage will not have been useless, and God will have rewarded us."

      "Doubtless," replied Gideon Spilett; "but to see the state in which we find these plantations, it is to be feared that the island has not been inhabited for some time."

      "Indeed," answered Herbert, "an inhabitant, whoever he was, could not have neglected such an important culture!"

      "Yes," said Pencroft, "the castaway has gone."

      "We must suppose so."

      "It must then be admitted that the document has already a distant date?"

      "Evidently."

      "And that the bottle only arrived at Lincoln Island after having floated in the sea a long time."

      "Why not," returned Pencroft. "But night is coming on," added he, "and I think that it will be best to give up the search for the present."

      "Let us go on board, and to-morrow we will begin again," said the reporter.

      This was the wisest course, and it was about to be followed when Herbert, pointing to a confused mass among the trees, exclaimed,—

      "A hut!"

      All three immediately ran towards the dwelling. In the twilight it was just possible to see that it was built of planks and covered with a thick tarpaulin.

      The half-closed door was pushed open by Pencroft, who entered with a rapid step.

      The hut was empty!

      CHAPTER XIV

       Table of Contents

      The Inventory—Night—A few Letters—Continuation of the Search—Plants and Animals—Herbert in great Danger—On Board—The Departure—Bad Weather—A Gleam of Reason—Lost on the Sea—A timely Light.

      Pencroft, Herbert, and Gideon Spilett remained silent in the midst of the darkness.

      Pencroft shouted loudly.

      No reply was made.

      The sailor then struck a light and set fire to a twig. This lighted for a minute a small room, which appeared perfectly empty. At the back was a rude fireplace, with a few cold cinders, supporting an armful of dry wood. Pencroft threw the blazing twig on it, the wood cracked and gave forth a bright light.

      The sailor and his two companions then perceived a disordered bed, of which the damp and yellow coverlets proved that it had not been used for a long time. In the corner of the fireplace were two kettles, covered with rust, and an overthrown pot. A cupboard, with a few mouldy sailor's clothes; on the table a tin plate and a Bible, eaten away by damp; in a corner a few tools, a spade, pickaxe, two fowling-pieces, one of which was broken; on a plank, forming a shelf, stood a barrel of powder, still untouched, a barrel of shot, and several boxes of caps, all thickly covered with dust, accumulated, perhaps, by many long years.

      "There is no one here," said the reporter.

      "No one," replied Pencroft.

      "It is a long time since this room has been inhabited," observed Herbert.

      "Yes, a very long time!" answered the reporter.

      "Mr. Spilett," then said Pencroft, "instead of returning on board, I think that it would be well to pass the night in this hut."

      "You are right, Pencroft," answered Gideon Spilett, "and if its owner returns, well! perhaps he will not be sorry to find the place taken possession of."

      "He will not return," said the sailor, shaking his head.

      "You think that he has quitted the island?" asked the reporter.

      "If he had quitted the island he would have taken away his weapons and his tools," replied Pencroft. "You know the value which castaways set on such articles as these, the last remains of a wreck? No! no!" repeated the sailor, in a tone of conviction, "no, he has not left the island! If he had escaped in a boat made by himself, he would still less have left these indispensable and necessary articles. No! he is on the island!"

      "Living?" asked Herbert.

      "Living or dead. But if he is dead, I suppose he has not buried himself, and so we shall at least find his remains!"

      It was then agreed that the night should be passed in the deserted dwelling, and a store of wood found in a corner was sufficient to warm it. The door closed, Pencroft, Herbert, and Spilett remained there, seated on a bench, talking little but wondering much. They were in a frame of mind to imagine anything or expect anything. They listened eagerly for sounds outside. The door might have opened suddenly, and a man presented himself to them without their being in the least surprised, notwithstanding all that the hut revealed of abandonment, and they had their hands ready to press the hands of this man, this castaway, this unknown friend, for whom friends were waiting.

      But no voice was heard, the door did not open. The hours thus passed away.

      How long the night appeared to the sailor and his companions! Herbert alone slept for two hours, for at his age sleep is a necessity. They were all three anxious to continue their exploration of the day before, and to search the most secret recesses of the islet! The inferences deduced by Pencroft were perfectly reasonable, and it was nearly certain that, as the hut was deserted, and the tools, utensils, and weapons were still there, the owner had succumbed. It was agreed, therefore, that they should search for his remains, and give them at least Christian burial.

      Day dawned; Pencroft and his companions immediately proceeded to survey the dwelling. It had certainly been built