For the individuals themselves it appeared very improbable that there
could be any one observing them. As far as eye could reach--east,
north, and south, there was nothing save white sand. To the west,
nothing but the blue water. No eye could be upon them, save that of the
Creator. Of his creatures, tame or wild, savage or civilised, there
seemed not one within a circuit of miles: for within that circuit there
was nothing visible that could afford subsistence either to man or
animal, bird or beast. In the white substratum of sand, gently shelving
far under the sea, there was not a sufficiency of organic matter to have
afforded food for fish--even for the lower organisms of _mollusca_.
Undoubtedly were these castaways alone; as much so as if their locality
had been the centre of the Atlantic, instead of its coast!
We are privileged to approach them near enough to comprehend their
character, and learn the cause that has thus isolated them so far from
the regions of animated life.
There are four of them, astride a spar; which also carries a sail,
partially reefed around it, and partially permitted to drag loosely
through the water.
At a glance a sailor could have told that the spar on which they are
supported is a topsail-yard, which has been detached from its masts in
such a violent manner as to unloose some of the reefs that had held the
sail--partially releasing the canvas. But it needed not a sailor to
tell why this had been done. A ship has foundered somewhere near coast.
There has been a gale two days before. The spar in question, with
those supported upon it, is but a fragment of the wreck. There might
have been other fragments, other of the crew escaped, or escaping in
like manner, but there are no others in sight. The castaways slowly
drifting towards the sandspit are alone. They have no companions on the
ocean, no spectators on its shore.
As already stated, there are four of them. Three are strangely alike,
at least, in the particulars of size, shape, and costume. In age, too,
there is no great difference. All three are boys: the eldest not over
eighteen, the youngest certainly not a year his junior.
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