"Cape Safety lighthouse!"

A shout went up from the passengers on deck. A simultaneous,
involuntary, joyous three times three.

"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!"

A devout thanksgiving ascended from Ishmael's heart:

"Thank God!" he fervently exclaimed.

It was indeed an infinite relief.

Then he turned to wake up his wearied fellow-passengers, who had
fallen asleep in such uneasy attitudes--arms folded, on the top of
the table and heads fallen on the folded arms.

"Ladies! dear ladies! dear Mrs. Kerr! you may retire to rest now. We
have made Cape Safety," he said, going from one to another and
gently rousing them.

They were a little bewildered at first; and while they were still
trying to understand what Ishmael was saying, the Scotch professor
burst into the cabin and enlightened them by a coup-de-main.

"You may all undress and go to bed now, and sleep in peace, without
the least fear of a shipwreck."

"Eh, pa! is it so--are we safe?" cried the elder daughter.