we kept it, so that we could not get it again.

But when we thought we must all be lost, we saw a boat coming toward
the ship. Some fishermen had seen us, and were so kind that they came
to us in their boat, so that we could get to the shore. Oh, how glad
we were when we saw them coming! But the waves were so high, that for
a good while we thought it would sink before it got to us. The men had
very hard work to row the boat. The wind blew very hard at one time,
and the little boat was blown back again almost to the shore. But they
tried again, and after a long time they got to the ship. Then some of
us got into the boat, and the men rowed us to the shore. After that,
the boat went back to the ship again, and got the rest of the men.

But I have not told the best of the story yet. When we all got into
the house, where it was warm, we told the fishermen that they were
very good to come and help us get away from the ship. We thanked them
very much. And then they told us that we must not thank them; and they
pointed to a little boy about as old as you are, I guess. "There,"
they said, "that little boy is the one to thank. We should not have
gone, if it had not been for him. We were afraid the waves would dash
over the boat, and that we should be drowned. We did not dare to go.
But this good boy said, 'Do go! oh, do go! The poor men in the ship
will get drowned, if you do not go. I will go if my father will let
me. I do not think father's boat will get lost. God will not let us
drown, if we go and try to save the men.'" Well, the boy said so much,
that the fishermen told him they would go, and they did go.

This little boy's name was George, and this is the one that I told you
we all liked so well. The captain was so pleased with him, that he
asked his father to let the little boy come and sail in his ship. His