JANUARY 20 to 22.—For the day or two after the horrible repast of the 18th those who had partaken of it appeared to suffer comparatively little either from hunger or thirst; but for the four of us who had tasted nothing, the agony of suffering grew more and more intense. It was enough to make us repine over the loss of the provision that had so mysteriously gone; and if any one of us should die, I doubt whether the survivors¹ would a second time resist the temptation to assuage² their pangs³ by tasting human flesh.
 
Before long, all the cravings of hunger began to return to the sailors, and I could see their eyes greedily glancing upon us, starved as they knew us to be, as though they were reckoning our hours, and already were preparing to consume us as their prey⁵.
 
As is always the case with shipwrecked men, we were tormented⁶ by thirst far more than by hunger; and if, in the height of our sufferings, we had been offered our choice between a few drops of water and a few crumbs⁷ of biscuit, I do not doubt that we should, without exception, have preferred to take the water.
 
And what a mockery to our condition did it seem that all this while there was water, water, nothing but water, everywhere around us! Again and again, incapable⁸ of comprehending how powerless it was to relieve me, I put a few drops within my lips, but only with the invariable result of bringing on a most trying nausea⁹, and rendering¹⁰ my thirst more unendurable than before.
 
Forty-two days had passed since we quitted the sinking Chancellor¹¹. There could be no hope now; all of us must die, and by the most deplorable of deaths. I was quite conscious that a mist was gathering¹² over my brain; I felt my senses sinking into a condition of torpor¹³; I made an effort, but all in v............