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    know that,
    to assuage their cravings, they consented to reduce themselves to
    the level of beasts of prey; they were transformed from human
    beings into ravenous brutes.

    The four of us who sickened at the idea of partaking of the
    horrid meal withdrew to the seclusion of our tent; it was bad
    enough to hear; without witnessing the appalling operation. But,
    in truth, I had the greatest difficulty in the world in
    preventing Andre from rushing out upon the cannibals, and
    snatching the odious food from their clutches. I represented to
    him the hopelessness of his attempt, and tried to reconcile him
    by telling him that if they liked the food they had a right to
    it. Hobart had not been murdered; he had died by his own hand;
    and, after all, as the boatswain had once remarked to me, "it was
    better to eat a dead man than a live one."

    Do what I would, however, I could not quiet Andre's feeling of
    abhorrence; in his disgust and loathing he seemed for the time to
    have quite forgotten his own sufferings.

    Meanwhile, there was no concealing the truth that we were
    ourselves dying of starvation, whilst our eight companions would
    probably, by their loathsome diet, escape that frightful destiny.
    Owing to his secret hoard of provisions Hobart had been by far
    the strongest amongst us; he had been supported, so that no
    organic disease had affected his tissues, and really might be
    said to be in good health when his chagrin drove him to his
    desperate suicide. But what was I thinking of! whither were my
    meditations carrying me away? was it not coming to pass that the
    cannibals were rousing my envy instead of exciting my horror?

    Very shortly after this I heard Dowlas talking about the
    possibility of obtaining salt by evaporating sea-water in the
    sun; "and then," he added, "we can salt down the rest."

    The boatswain assented to what the carpenter had said, and
    probably the suggestion was adopted.

    Silence, the most profound, now reigns upon the raft. I presume
    that nearly all have gone to sleep. One thing I do know, that
    they are no longer hungry!
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