Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1864-06-29


loved little Lillian almost as well as the
parents themselves She was but seven
years of age; yet the earnest glance of her
large blue eyes would 60 straight to our
hearts, and make us feel kind and good
towards each other To utter an oath
when she was near would have seemed like
sacrilege Like lily, she had bloomed in
our midst, shedding heavenly influence
about US.
Strong-ah. strong is the mower of in
nOcent. childhood over sinful heart
1t was while we thus stood clustered
near the binnacle, offering what little con
ISOLATION We could to the captain and his
wife, that one OF the ships crew-an old
tar, by the name Of Bill Butler-came
towards US, holding few little torn shreds
of cloth in his hand
i found these ere hanging on a hook on
the outside OF the buIwark, said Bill in q
mourntul voice.
1t is part of Lillian's dress y sh1ioked
the captains voice
The captain buried his face in his hands
with groan, and we looked at one another
in sad silence. There could no longer
be any doubt about the matter-Lillian
had fallen overheard
The few remaining hours of the night
wore away. The gale suhsided Miracu
lously as it seemed to us, the ship had
escaped being stove; and as the sea had
gone down with the gale there was no more
danger. Overwhelmed with grief, yet
feeling it his duty to try and console his
wife, the captain descended into the cab
in, leaving the management of the 81 ip in
the hands of the mate. Presently the
steward came on deck lie wished to
know if any of the hands had seen BluSco
that morning. This was the name uf
large Newfoundland dog. which had been
a great tayurite with LILLIAN, and she had
taken special delight in iecding hun
The dog had grown exceedingly fond Of
his young mistress, and would show his
attachment II many way peculiar to his
kind Now that their darling was lost,
the captain had ordered the steward to
bring Blusco to them, thinking that the
sight OF him might afford melancholy
consolation to his wife. Having searched
the cabin through without being able to
find the animal, the steward came on deck
as we have said, to inquire If he had been
noticed by any Of the hands. We all an-
swered in the negative None of Us had
seen the dog since tEe previous night
Thereupon the ship Was ranSacked fore
and aft, for the missing animal; and al,
thou n we searched in every nook and
corner he was not to be found
While we we're wondering what had be-
came Of him, the man at the mast. head
sung out that there were whales astern.
He instantly ordered the boats to be
lowered, and before We had time to divest
ourselves of the idea that We were looking
for the dog were padding swiftly in the
wake of a great fat bow head The whale
made straight for a field of ice in the dis
distance, and went down when he got
in the midst of it. We followed him al
most to the spot where he had disappeared,
and then lay motionless and silent, waiting
for the next rising Large masses of ice,
flashing gloriously in the early rays of the
sun, and moulded into thousand differ
ent shapes, surrounded our little craft on
on every hand, floating by with majestic
slowness, and n W and then crashing against
each other with force that caused some
o! them to render asuuder. Strange, beau
tiful monuments are these, fashioned by
the hand OF fnature-monuments Of the fro
zen mariners that sleep below.
There it goes again, said old Bill But
Ter, in whisper.
WHAT asked the mate.
That barking noise, replied Bill. I've
been hearing it ever since we left the ship,
sir
The mate leaned upon his steering oar
and listened.
'It is a seal, he said.
BEG your PARDON, SIR replied Bill !;
'but never heard a seal bark like that
Good heavens exclaimed Portuguese,
so loud that the mate was obliged to rap
him on the head with his knuckles Good
heavensp he added in a lower tone, me
think that one dog
Good heavens Mikell, me think e the
same,' remarked another Portuouese-a
little tat fellow by the name of Pat Plum
det.
1T does sound mighty like a dog said
the mate, as the barking became more
distinct. Perhaps it is Blusco on the ice
caka'
Turning the boat around with his steer
oar until her bow pointed 10 the direction
OF the noise, the mate now ordered us to
paddle ahead. We obeyed, and the boat
shot forward with an easy speed The
barking sounded nearer every moment.
until at last we were convinced, by its pc.
culiarity, that it emanated from no other
throat than that Of Blusco
But where was he?'
This WAS a nnestinn that nnw rnsa 70