Part 24 (1/2)

The struggle came to an end. As soon as the words ”fresh water” had escaped my lips, I leaned over the side of the raft and swallowed the life-giving liquid in greedy draughts. Miss Herbey was the first to follow my example, but soon Curtis, Falsten, and all the rest were on their knees and drinking eagerly. The rough sailors seemed as if by a magic touch transformed back from ravenous beasts to human beings, and I saw several of them raise their hands to heaven in silent grat.i.tude.

Andre and his father were the last to drink.

”But where are we?” I asked at length.

”The land is there,” said Curtis, pointing toward the west.

We all stared at the captain as though he were mocking us: no land was in sight, and the raft, just as ever, was the center of a watery waste.

Yet our senses had not deceived us; the water we had been drinking was perfectly fresh.

”Yes,” repeated the captain, ”land is certainly there, not more than twenty miles to leeward.”

”What land?” inquired the boatswain.

”South America,” answered Curtis, ”and near the Amazon; no other river has a current strong enough to freshen the ocean twenty miles from sh.o.r.e!”

CHAPTER LVII

LAND AHOY!

JANUARY 27 continued.--Curtis, no doubt, was right. The discharge from the mouth of the Amazon is enormously large, but we had probably drifted into the only spot in the Atlantic where we could find fresh water so far from land. Yet land undoubtedly was there, and the breeze was carrying us onward slowly but surely to our deliverance.

Miss Herbey's voice was heard pouring out fervent praise to Heaven, and we were all glad to unite our thanksgivings with hers. Then the whole of us (with the exception of Andre and his father, who remained by themselves together at the stern) cl.u.s.tered in a group, and kept our expectant gaze upon the horizon.

We had not long to wait. Before an hour had pa.s.sed, Curtis leaped in ecstasy and raised the joyous shout of ”Land ahoy!”