helping them in their hunting, he saw them depart with relief, for he had much to do before another winter set in.
On the evening of their departure the priest again appeared.
"The whalers have just left, father."
"I know, but they will wait for me. I have come to baptize your boy."
At his mother's desire he was called John; because, she said, he showed the Grace of God.
The priest stayed with them that evening, but when they woke up in the morning they found his place empty; he had gone away while they slept. They were once again alone with their work before them.
But they were happy and contented, forgetting the cares and vanities of the world and by the world forgot. Their island was a picturesque one and stern, requiring hard labour and constant exertion, yet no one disputed it with them; and gradually, as time passed, they made more comforts for themselves and their children, for more followed in the footsteps of John; indeed, the countess was a prolific wife and a noble mother.
Other ships came and brought them what they needed, such as was suitable for that climate—animals for domestic purposes—so that by and by their cavern was made into a stable, while they built better quarters for themselves; and then they began to accumulate riches, and so lost all sympathy with Anarchism.
Other people came to the island and settled down, owning them as landlord and landlady, then the old order of things and sentiments passed away, and they adapted themselves naturally to the new.
But it was a virtuous and wholesome settlement, where men and women had to study economy and work
