No doubt, Mr. Duff thought of the shipwreck of the great missionary, St. Paul, saved like himself, from a watery grave, and cast, like himself, desolate upon an island. But what gratitude must have filled his soul when he looked on his beloved wife, preserved to him through all that night of terrible danger! They had indeed lost their worldly all, their clothes save what they actually wore, their property, money, and books, wedding-gifts and parting keepsakes; all was lost to them but each other, and their calm firm trust in God; shipwrecked and stript of every earthly possession they were still rich in faith, and each happy in the love of the other. A sailor is seen advancing eagerly towards them. What is it that he holds in his hand? Something which the waves have washed ashore from the wreck. What is the Missionary's surprise and delighted wonder when he recognises "his own Bible" and an old Scotch psalm-book, somewhat shattered indeed, but received with adoring gratitude as a gift from the Lord! Would a bag of gold or a bracelet of costly diamonds have been such a welcome treasure! All the shipwrecked people were deeply affected by what they regarded as a message from God. They knelt down on the white sand, whilst Dr. Duff held a touching service. The Missionary read the 107th Psalm, so suitable for these who had cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and been delivered from their distress. Fervent prayer and grateful thanksgiving followed the psalm. For days the passengers and crew remained on the desolate island, till they were relieved by a vessel sent from Cape Town, to which tidings of the shipwreck had been forwarded. With what thankful joy they at last landed on the shores of Africa, the inhabitants of Cape Town crowding to see the poor tempest-torn wanderers, and to show them sympathy and kindness. Several weeks passed in this haven of refuge before the Duffs were able to embark in another vessel called the "Moira," to pursue their voyage to Calcutta. ———————— CHAPTER IV. LANDED AT LAST. If the Missionaries hoped that they would now in peace and tolerable comfort pursue their voyage to their long desired haven, they were to be sadly disappointed. It seemed as if wind and waves joined together to keep them back from India. The experience of the Duffs in the "Moira" was not to be very unlike theirs in the poor wrecked "Lady Holland." Contrary winds drove the vessel far out of her course, increasing to such a hurricane that she nearly went down into the depths of the sea. Not till the end of May did the poor half exhausted travellers see the little pilot ship which was to guide them up the Hoogly to Calcutta at last.