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THE _Springbok_ arrived in due course at longitude 103 deg. 31 min., but saw no island. This was dispiriting; but still Captain Moreland did not despair.
He asked General Rolleston to examine the writing casefully, and tell him was that Miss Rolleston's handwriting.
The general shook his head sorrowfully. "No," said he; "it is nothing like my child's hand."
"Why, all the better," said Captain Moreland; "the lady has got somebody about her who knows a thing or two. The man that could catch wild ducks and turn 'em into postmen could hit on the longitude somehow; and he doesn't pretend to be exact in the latitude."
Upon this he ran northward four hundred miles; which took him three days; for they stopped at night.
He then ran south five hundred miles; stopping at night.
Then he took the vessel zigzag.
Just before sunset, one lovely day, the man at the mast-head sang out:
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