Such is the power of the smile that, in season or out of season, it often finds its way to the most pallid lips, in the midst of the greatest disasters and the deepest grief. It appears as if always listening at the door ready to take its place on the slightest notice. This diversion had the good effect of mixing a little honey with--if the expression may be used--the bitterness of the parting adieus. Becker took the lead in hiding his sorrow; the three young Greenlanders tore themselves from the maternal embrace, and affectionately kissed the hand held out to them by Mrs. Wolston. Then, between those that departed and those that remained behind, there was nothing more than the ties of recollection, the common sadness, and the endless links of mutual affection. CHAPTER III. WHEREIN WILLIS THE PILOT PROVES "IRREFRAGABLY" THAT EPHEMERIDES DIE OF CONSUMPTION AND HOME-SICKNESS--THE CANOE AND ITS YOUNG ONES--THE SEARCH AFTER THE SLOOP--FOUND--THE SWORD-FISH--FLOATING ATOMS--ADMIRAL SOCRATES. When they had come within a short distance of the bay, Jack thought he saw a large black creature moving in the bushes that lined the shore. "A sea monster!" he cried, levelling his musket; "I discovered it, and have the right to the first shot." "No, sir," said Fritz, whose keen eye was a sort of locomotive telescope, "I object to that, for I do not want you to kill or wound my canoe." "Nonsense, it moves." "Whether it moves or not, we shall all see by and by; but do you not observe this monster's young ones gambolling by its side?" "Which proves I am right, unless you mean to say your canoe has been hatching," and Jack again levelled his rifle. "Don't fire, it is the hat and jacket of Willis!" "What!" exclaimed Ernest, "is the Pilot a triton then, that he could dispense with the canoe?" "Well, yes, unless the canoe has found its way back of its own accord, which would indeed make it an intelligent creature." "The Pilot has evidently reached Shark's Island by swimming, in spite of surf and breakers--a feat almost without a parallel." "Bah!" said Ernest, parodying Jack's witticism about the oars, "what does a pilot care about surf and breakers?" Strongly moored in a creek of the Jackal River, and protected by a bluff, forming a screen between it and the sea, the pinnace had in no way suffered from the storm. The swell was so violent, that they had a world of trouble in making the island; as they approached, Willis, who had made a speaking-trumpet by joining his hands round his mouth, was roaring out alternately, "starboard," "larboard," "hard-a-port," just as if these terms had not been Hebrew to the impromptu mariners. At last, tired of holloaing, "Stop a bit," he said, "I shall find a quicker way;" with that he threw himself directly into the sea, and cut through the waves towards them as if his arms had been driven by a steam engine.