In Search of the Castaways

e water. Lord Glenarvan examined them attentively for a few minutes, turning them over on all sides, holding them up to the light, and trying to decipher the least scrap of writing

ing to us.”“But that is a valuable scrap of information,” said John Mangles. “The shipwreck occurred in the southern hemisphere.”“That’s a wide world,” said the Major.“Well, we’ll go on,” resumed Glenarvan. “Here is the word ABOR; that is clearly the root of the verb ABORDER. The poor men have landed somewhere; but where? CONTIN— does that mean continent? CRUEL!”“CRUEL!” interrupted John Mangles. “I see now what GRAUS is part of in the second document. It is GRAUSAM, the word in German for CRUEL!”“Let’s go on,” said Lord Glenarvan, becoming quite excited over his task, as the incomplete words began to fill up and develop their meaning. “INDI,— is it India where they have been shipwrecked? And what can this word ONGIT be part of? Ah! I see — it is LONGITUDE; and here is the latitude, 37 degrees 11”. That is the precise indication at last, then!”“But we haven’t the longitude,” objected McNabbs.“But we can’t get everything, my dear Major; and it is something at all events, to have the exact latitude. The French document is decidedly the most complete of the three; but it is plain enough that each is the literal translation of the other, for they all contain exactly the same number of lines. What we have to do now is to put together all the words we have found, and translate them into one language, and try to ascertain their most probable and logical sense.”“Well, what language shall we choose?” asked the Major.“I think we had better keep to the French, since that was the most complete document of the three.”“Your Lordship is right,” said John Mangles, “and besides, we’re all familiar with the language.”“Very well, then, I’ll set to work.”In a few minutes he had written as follows:7 Juin 1862 trois-mats Britannia Glasgowsombre gonie australa terre deux matelotscapitaine Gr aborcontin pr cruel indijete ce document de longitudeet 37 degrees 11” de latitude Portez-leur secoursperdus.[7th of June, 1862 three-mast Britannia Glasgow] foundered gonie southern on the coast two sailors Gr Captain landed contin pr cruel indithrown this document in longitudeand 37 degrees 11” latitude Bring them assistancelostJust at that moment one of the sailors came to inform the captain that they were about entering the Firth of Clyde, and to ask what were his orders.“What are your Lordship’s intentions?” said John Mangles, addressing Lord Glenarvan.“To get to Dunbarton as quickly as possible, John; and Lady Helena will return to Malcolm Castle, while I go on to London and lay this document before the Admiralty.”The sailor received orders accordingly, and went out to deliver them to the mate.“Now, friends,” said Lord Glenarvan, “let us go on with our investigations, for we are on the track of a great catastrophe, and the lives of several human beings depend on our sagacity. We must give our whole minds to the solution of this enigma.”“First of all, there are three very distinct things to be considered in this document — the things we know, the things we may conjecture, the things we do not know.”“What are those we know? We know that on the 7th of June a three-mast vessel, the Britannia of Glasgow, foundered; that two sailors and the captain threw this document into the sea in 37 degrees 11” latitude, and they entreat help.”“Exactly so,” said the Major.“What are those now we may conjecture?” continued Glenarvan. “That the shipwreck occurred in the southern seas; and here I would draw your attention at once to the incomplete word GONIE. Doesn’t the name of the country strike you even in the mere mention of it?”“Patagonia!” exclaimed Lady Helena.“Undoubtedly.”“But is Patagonia crossed by the 37th parallel?” asked the Major.“That is easily ascertained,” said the captain, opening a map of South America. “Yes, it is; Patagonia just touches the 37th parallel. It cuts through Araucania, goes along over the Pampas to the north, and loses itself in the Atlantic.”“Well, let us proceed then with our conjectures. The two sailors and the captain LAND— land where? CONTIN— on a continent; on a continent, mark you, not an island. What becomes of them? There are two letters here providentially which give a clew to their fate — PR, that must mean priso