Here they met with some Russian fishermen, who recognised Heemskerk and De Veer, having seen them on their previous voyage.  Most refreshing it was to see other human faces again, after thirteen months’ separation from mankind, while the honest Muscovites expressed compassion for the forlorn and emaciated condition of their former acquaintance.  Furnished by them with food and wine, the Hollanders sailed in company with the Russians as far as the Waigats.

On the 18th August they made Candenoes, at the mouth of the White Sea, and doubling that cape stood boldly across the gulf for Kildin.  Landing on the coast they were informed by the Laps that there were vessels from Holland at Kola.

On the 25th August one of the party, guided by a Lap, set forth on foot for that place.  Four days later the guide was seen returning without their comrade; but their natural suspicion was at once disarmed as the good-humoured savage straightway produced a letter which he handed to Heemakerk.

Breaking the seal, the skipper found that his correspondent expressed great surprise at the arrival of the voyagers, as he he had supposed them all to be long since dead.  Therefore he was the more delighted with their coming, and promised to be with them soon, bringing with him plenty of food and drink.

The letter was signed—­
               “By me, Jan Cornelisz Ryp.”

The occurrence was certainly dramatic, but, as one might think, sufficiently void of mystery.  Yet, astonishing to relate, they all fell to pondering who this John Ryp might be who seemed so friendly and sympathetic.  It was shrewdly suggested by some that it might perhaps be the sea-captain who had parted company with them off Bear Island fourteen months before in order to sail north by way of Spitzbergen.  As his Christian name and surname were signed in full to the letter, the conception did not seem entirely unnatural, yet it was rejected on the ground that they had far more reasons to believe that he had perished than he for accepting their deaths as certain.  One might imagine it to have been an every day occurrence for Hollanders to receive letters by a Lapland penny postman in those, desolate regions.  At last Heemskerk bethought himself that among his papers were several letters from their old comrade, and, on comparison, the handwriting was found the same as that of the epistle just received.  This deliberate avoidance of any hasty jumping at conclusions certainly inspires confidence in the general right accuracy of the adventurers, and we have the better right to believe that on the 24th January the sun’s disk was really seen by them in the ice harbour—­a fact long disputed by the learned world—­when the careful weighing of evidence on the less important matter of Ryp’s letter is taken into account.

Meantime while they were slowly admitting the identity of their friend and correspondent, honest John Cornelius Ryp himself arrived—­no fantastic fly-away Hollander, but in full flesh and blood, laden with provisions, and greeting them heartily.