“Who knows whither we shall be forced to go, Marie? Look at this map. We are approaching places dangerous even for us sailors, hardened though we are to the difficulties of the sea. And thou, frail child?” “But, uncle, I come from a family of sailors. I am used to stories of combats and tempests. I am with you and my old friend Penellan!” “Penellan! It was he who concealed you on board?” “Yes, uncle; but only when he saw that I was determined to come without his help.” “Penellan!” cried Jean. Penellan entered. “It is not possible to undo what you have done, Penellan; but remember that you are responsible for Marie’s life.” “Rest easy, captain,” replied Penellan. “The little one has force and courage, and will be our guardian angel. And then, captain, you know it is my theory, that all in this world happens for the best.” The young girl was installed in a cabin, which the sailors soon got ready for her, and which they made as comfortable as possible. A week later the “Jeune-Hardie” stopped at the Feroë Islands, but the most minute search was fruitless. No wreck, or fragments of a ship had come upon these coasts. Even the news of the event was quite unknown. The brig resumed its voyage, after a stay of ten days, about the 10th of June. The sea was calm, and the winds were favourable. The ship sped rapidly towards the Norwegian coast, which it explored without better result. Jean Cornbutte determined to proceed to Bodoë. Perhaps he would there learn the name of the shipwrecked schooner to succour which Louis and the sailors had sacrificed themselves. On the 30th of June the brig cast anchor in that port. The authorities of Bodoë gave Jean Cornbutte a bottle found on the coast, which contained a document bearing these words:— “This 26th April, on board the ‘Froöern,’ after being accosted by the long-boat of the ‘Jeune-Hardie,’ we were drawn by the currents towards the ice. God have pity on us!” Jean Cornbutte’s first impulse was to thank Heaven. He thought himself on his son’s track. The “Froöern” was a Norwegian sloop of which there had been no news, but which had evidently been drawn northward. Not a day was to be lost. The “Jeune-Hardie” was at once put in condition to brave the perils of the polar seas. Fidèle Misonne, the carpenter, carefully examined her, and assured himself that her solid construction might resist the shock of the ice-masses.