When we sat down to dine, the thought struck me that it would be well
to give some name to each part of the land that was known to us. This
was at first the source of some fun, for Fritz said we should call the
bay where we had found the shell spoons by the name of Spoon Bay; but
Jack, who still had a mark on his toe where the crab gave him a pinch,
thought we ought to term it Crab Bay.
"If you will let me give it a name," said my wife, "I should wish to
know it by some term that will make us bear in mind how good God was to
lead our raft there, and I don't think Safe Bay will be a bad name for
it."
"So let it be," said I; and from that time Safe Bay had a name.
"What shall be the name of the spot where we spent our first night on
shore? You shall give that its name," said I to Fritz.
"Let us call it Tent House,"
"That will do," said I. "And now for the spot at the mouth of Safe Bay,
where we found our planks?"
"Sharp Point," said Ernest. The place from which Fritz and I sought for
a trace of out ship mates was to be known as No Man's Cape. Then we had
the Boys' Bridge, which name I gave it from a wish to please my sons,
who had done so much to build it.
"But what shall we call the place which is most dear to us all?"
"Now, my dear," said I to my wife, "it is your turn.
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