“O, no,” said Tom; “my impression is, that it’s Prince Edward’s Island. For this to be Newfoundland, the wind should have been from the south or the south-west; but it seems to me that it has been generally from a northerly direction.” “I don’t think anything of the kind,” said Bart; “I think it’s been from a westerly direction, and that this is some part of Nova Scotia or Cape Breton.” “Sure, an I agree with Tom,” said Pat, “about the wind, only I don’t think that this is Prince Edward’s Island; it’s too high--so it is--and it’s meself that wouldn’t be a bit surprised if it should turrun out to be the Magdalen Islands after all.” “O, no,” said Bruce, “it’s too long in extent for the Magdalen Islands. I think it may be some part of the New Brunswick coast, perhaps Miramichi,--for it seems to me that the wind has generally come from the east.” “So it seems to me,” said Arthur; “but, Bruce, an east wind couldn’t take us to Miramichi; it would bring us a good distance to the north of that, from the place where we were. It seems to me that this must be Gaspé,--and if so, we won’t be very far away from the Bay de Chaleur.” “Well, well,” cried Pat, with a laugh, “sure it’s the whole surroundin coasts that we’ve gone over, so it is, an every one of us has put her in a different place from every one else. One comfort is, that some of us’ll have to be right, an so I’ll stick, so I will, to the Magdalen Islands, an if it is, why sure we’re certain of good intertainment, so we are, ivery one of us.” “Well, boys,” said Bruce, cheerily, “perhaps, after all, this is about the best thing that could have happened to us.” “I don’t see why,” said Tom. “Why, you know the very reason that Captain Corbet went away was to get sails to bring this ship to some land. The very thing we all wanted was to get her to some land. Well, here we’ve been drifting along, and now, lo and behold! here is the land that we wanted to reach.” “Yes; but how can we get her to any port? We’ve got no sails, and we can’t steer her.” “O, when we get nearer, some pilots or fishermen will come off.” “Yes; but will they be salvors too?” asked Phil, anxiously. “Certainly not,” said Bruce, in a lofty tone; “they shall be nothing of the kind. We’ll hire them to help us bring her into port. We’ll pay them liberally, of course.” “Yes,” said Bart, “and we won’t let Captain Corbet’s absence make any difference. He shall have his share all the same--for his not being here isn’t his fault.” “My idea is,” said Arthur, “that we’d better make a contribution, call it the Corbet Baby Fund, and add it to his share for the sake of old times, and all that sort of thing.”