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GOD IS EVERYWHERE . The events I have described in the preceding chapters were afterwards told me by my friends , and I have faithfully given them in the words of the narrators . Of course the commencement of my narrative is somewhat conjectural ; but there can be no doubt , from the circumstances I have mentioned , that the main features were perfectly true . The storm blew furiously all that night , and the ship ran on before it ; but as day dawned its rage appeared expended , and by noon the waves subsided , and the wind gently as before filled the broad fields of canvas spread to receive it . I slept through it all , for the close air of the cabins , after having been exposed for so many days in the open boat , made me drowsy . I have a faint recollection of opening my eyes in the morning , and finding the sun shining in through the port , and the sweet face of Ellen Barrow hanging over me . When she saw me look up and smile , -LRB- for even then I thought such a face ought to be beloved , and must be kind and good , and I felt that I did love her -RRB- , she covered me with kisses , and , forlorn little foundling though I was , I felt very happy .