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 CHAPTER XXII. THE FOUR FOLLO WING DA YS. ^^HE night was calm, and in the morning the Lieutenant re- solved to order the embarkation of everything and every- body that very day. He, therefore, went down to the lake to look at the raft. The fog was still thick, but the sunbeams were beginning to struggle through it. The clouds had been swept away by the hurricane of the preceding day, and it seemed likely to be hot. When Hobson reached the banks of the lake, the fog was still too dense for him to make out anything on its surface, and he was waiting for it to clear away, when he was joined by Mrs Barnett, Madge, and several others. The fog gradually cleared off, drawing back to the end of the lake, but the raft was nowhere to be seen. Presently a gust of wind completely swept away the fog. The raft was gone ! There was no longer a lake ! The boundless ocean stretched away before the astonished colonists ! Hobson could not check a cry of despair ; and when he and his companions turned round and saw the sea on every side, they realised with a shock of horror that their island was now nothing more than an islet ! During the night six-sevenths of the district once belonging to Cape Bathurst had silently floated away, without producing a shock of any kind, so completely had the ice been worn away by the con- stant action of the waves, the raft had drifted out into the offing, and those whose last hope it had been could not see a sign of it on the desolate sea. The unfortunate colonists were now overwhelmed with despair ; their last hope gone, they were hanging above an awful abyss ready to swallow them up; and some of the soldiers in a fit of madness were about to throw themselves into the sea, when Mrs Barnett