special message for us just now, but left us to that general comfort and instruction contained throughout the whole word. When, however, special comfort is sought and found, it seems to me ungrateful to refuse it."
"But I don't refuse it, Robin," returned Sam; "I merely doubt whether it is sent to us or not."
"Why, Sam, all the bible was sent to us for comfort and instruction."
"True—true. I have not thought much on that subject, Robin, but I'll try to believe at present that you are right, for we stand much in need of strong hope at all events. Here we are, none of us knows how far from the nearest land, with little food and less water, on a thing that the first stiff breeze may knock to pieces, without shelter and without compass!"
"Without shelter and compass, Mr. Shipton!" said Jim Slagg, who had hitherto listened in silence to the conversation; "why, what d'ye call this?" (taking hold of the sail). "Ain't that shelter enough, and won't the sun guide us by day and the stars by night. It seems to me that you 're too despondin', Mr. Shipton."
"Don't 'mister' me any more, Slagg. It was all very well aboard ship where we had our relative
