This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1892. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... EPILOGUE. "Doctor " "Yes, your highness." "That must be the boat." "I hear nothing." "A sick man's ears are sharp when he is anxious, as I am. There--don't tell me for the ninetieth time that I am not to worry myself. I repeat to you, I cannot help it. If you wish to do me a service, go and make the captain hurry down with his news." The doctor left the cabin, and ten minutes later ushered in the yacht's sailing-master, a trifle more bronzed in the face, and a little grayer in the hair, but otherwise unchanged from what he was ten years since. The sailing-master began by anxious inquiries about his master's health, but the Archduke cut them short. "I am worn-out, captain, and no doctor can give me a cure for that. You need not be afraid of exciting me by anything you say. Your news, be it what it may, is the best tonic I can have at present. Sit down, and start your tale from the beginning." The sailing-master took a chair, and commenced relating all that he had seen since he left the yacht a fortnight before in her whale-boat: how he had found Adam's old island deserted: and how from a deep thicket which commanded a certain glade on the other island, he had watched the life of the little community for day after day, and studied its every point. They were very contented and happy, he said, and had surrounded themselves with many comforts, which he described at length, as also the various points of their daily life, upon which the Archduke interposed questions from time to time. "But," he summed up," that sun-worship is the strangest thing of all. They wake and watch it rise every morning and pray to it, he silently, she and the child aloud. Indeed, I could only tell from the expression of his face at what he was engaged, for he stood up quietly in the open, with...