“The Nor’west wind is a spirit brave,
And he cometh from afar;
He is cradled far down in the depths that yawn
Beneath the polar star.
“O, how beautiful and appropriate!” exclaimed the children.
“But,” said William, “how did you get to the island?”
“Without any other accident,” replied the Captain, “than with two frozen noses, which were sore for a long time afterwards. But, after it was all over, we would not have missed the sight for anything, it was so grand; yet, had we been caught out on the sea a little farther from the hut, we should never have got back, but both of us must have perished.
“Thus you see how Providence continued to watch over the two poor castaways.”