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Part 1—Dropped from the Clouds-16
Everything was finished, and the settlers had only to descend Mount Franklin to return to the Chimneys, when Pencroft cried out,— “Well! we are preciously stupid!” “Why?” asked Gideon Spilett, who had closed his notebook and risen to depart. “Why! our island! we have forgotten to christen it!” Herbert was going to propose to give it the engineer’s name and all his companions would have applauded him, when Cyrus Harding said simply,— “Let us give it the name of a great citizen, my friend; of him who now struggles to defend the unity of the American Republic! Let us call it Lincoln Island!” The engineer’s proposal was replied to by three hurrahs. And that evening, before sleeping, the new colonists talked of their absent country; they spoke of the terrible war which stained it with bl
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