So Negoro avoided coming into Dingo’s presence more than ever.  But Dick Sand had observed that since the incident of the two letters, the reciprocal antipathy between the man and the dog was increased.  That was truly inexplicable.

On February 10th, the wind from the northeast, which, till then, had always succeeded those long and overwhelming calms, during which the “Pilgrim” was stationary, began to abate perceptibly.  Captain Hull then could hope that a change in the direction of the atmospheric currents was going to take place.  Perhaps the schooner would finally sail with the wind.  It was still only nineteen days since her departure from the port of Auckland.  The delay was not yet of much account, and, with a favorable wind, the “Pilgrim,” well rigged, would easily make up for lost time.  But several days must still elapse before the breezes would blow right from the west.

This part of the Pacific was always deserted.  No vessel showed itself in these parts.  It was a latitude truly forsaken by navigators.  The whalers of the southern seas were not yet prepared to go beyond the tropic.  On the “Pilgrim,” which peculiar circumstances had obliged to leave the fishing grounds before the end of the season, they must not expect to cross any ship bound for the same destination.

As to the trans-pacific packet-boats, it has been already said that they did not follow so high a parallel in their passages between Australia and the American continent.

However, even if the sea is deserted, one must not give up observing it to the extreme limits of the horizon.  Monotonous as it may appear to heedless minds, it is none the less infinitely varied for him who knows how to comprehend it.  Its slightest changes charm the imagination of one who feels the poetry of the ocean.  A marine herb which floats up and down on the waves, a branch of sargasso whose light track zebras, the surface of the waters, and end of a board, whose history he would wish to guess, he would need nothing more.  Facing this infinite, the mind is no longer stopped by anything.  Imagination runs riot.  Each of those molecules of water, that evaporation is continually changing from the sea to the sky, contains perhaps the secret of some catastrophe.  So, those are to be envied, whose inner consciousness knows how to interrogate the mysteries of the ocean, those spirits who rise from its moving surface to the heights of heaven.

Besides, life always manifests itself above as well as below the seas.  The “Pilgrim’s” passengers could see flights of birds excited in the pursuit of the smallest fishes, birds which, before winter, fly from the cold climate of the poles.  And more than once, Dick Sand, a scholar of Mrs. Weldon’s in that branch as in others, gave proofs of marvelous skill with the gun and pistol, in bringing down some of those rapid-winged creatures.

There were white petrels here; there, other petrels, whose wings were embroidered with brown.  Sometimes, also, companies of damiers passed, or some of those penquins whose gait on land is so heavy and so ridiculous.  However, as Captain Hull remarked, these penquins, using their stumps like true fins, can challenge the most rapid fishes in swimming, to such an extent even, that sailors have often confounded them with bonitoes.