Calm Philosophic Discussions

           HereIendwhatImaycallmylog,happilysavedfromthewreck,andIresumemynarrativeasbefore.

           WhathappenedwhentheraftwasdashedupontherocksismorethanIcantell.Ifeltmyselfhurledintothewaves;andifIescapedfromdeath,andifmybodywasnottornoverthesharpedgesoftherocks,itwasbecausethepowerfularmofHanscametomyrescue.

           ThebraveIcelandercarriedmeoutofthereachofthewaves,overaburningsandwhereIfoundmyselfbythesideofmyuncle.

           Thenhereturnedtotherocks,againstwhichthefuriouswaveswerebeating,tosavewhathecould.Iwasunabletospeak.Iwasshatteredwithfatigueandexcitement;Iwantedawholehourtorecoverevenalittle.

           Butadelugeofrainwasstillfalling,thoughwiththatviolencewhichgenerallydenotesthenearcessationofastorm.Afewoverhangingrocksaffordedussomeshelterfromthestorm.Hanspreparedsomefood,whichIcouldnottouch;andeachofus,exhaustedwiththreesleeplessnights,fellintoabrokenandpainfulsleep.

           Thenextdaytheweatherwassplendid.Theskyandtheseahadsunkintosuddenrepose.Everytraceoftheawfulstormhaddisappeared.TheexhilaratingvoiceoftheProfessorfelluponmyearsasIawoke;hewasominouslycheerful.

           "Well,myboy,"hecried,"haveyousleptwell?"

           WouldnotanyonehavethoughtthatwewerestillinourcheerfullittlehouseontheKönigstrasseandthatIwasonlyjustcomingdowntobreakfast,andthatIwastobemarriedtoGräubenthatday?

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