The New York herald., 1872-12-15

crabs the calls them "spider crabs'D and
few RrickiX pears He ate & some meet q the the
eight days He brought the pears 70 Stewart, who
said he would eat them, even though they were
filed with poison. sNever In my lie has anything
tasted to me 50 sweet he said TO Smith, after he
had eaten the nrst pear. smith ate some too, and
thought they were delicious A dozen OF these
themselves small hut out OF enc oar and . mass
OF weeds which Smith had found among the rocks
said, 'Ikn0w shall starve to DEATH / have been
saved fron the sharks 10 die OF starvation" At
night ne raved. The hunger had driven him to
madness. He raved about his family, his wife, ana
his dear, dear children, and hugged Smith to his
heart in the belief that he was his One night
tent and all Of q sudden stewards breath seemed
10 cease. Smith felt his body. 1t was warm. But
IA ine next moment his friends pulse nad stopped,
and that true and kind heart had ceased TO
beat. Not q breath II was still as death in the
hut. Smith felt his friends body again. II was
cold. Smith rushed out into the night. "My best
friend y he thought, died OF starvation and what
will become Of me ~ He sat on the rocks all night.
He could not bear to sleep in the hut where lay
the corpse OF his, best, truest friend; but next
morning after sleepless night, he had TO fulfil his
last duty toward
He went into the hut and looked at the features
which had once shone with friendship ana good
asa ness NO Ialgn. smile OF recognition, no kindly,
sion OF agony and the GRIM ghastly leer OF death
He shuddered as he sat before the body of his dead
friend. He took his hand. II was cold and
clammy--the grip Of friendship could not revive
him. Smith buried him. He dragged him to the
rocks. There was no earth-all was solid rock. He
took some seaweed and some sand and under this he
buried his dead friend. AS he put the sand and
seaweeds over his face he remembered many q
kind word the dead man had spoken many q favor
ne had done him who now was burying his bene
1afor; many pleasant hour they had spent
talking OF their dear ones at home
smith had given up all hope Of ever seeing q
human face again. His feet were sore from walk
ing ON the rocks He had tied pieces OF cork out
Of the lfepreserver to his feet and the rope with
which he bound them chafed terribly. He found
some oil in the crabs and 1t healed the on his
eeL- thought 1t was pretty hard to be left there
ana die Alone" he said yesterday to the HERALD
reporter. He had become so weak that he was
no sign OF salvation.
Fifteen days he had spent on the rocks. On the
sixteenth day
A SCHOONER CANE IN SIGHT,
He raised signal, using the pantaloOns which the
dead friend had left. He saw the schooner twenty
agony he suffered thiDking every moment that the
schooner would sail away and leave him to
die. VI heard voice. Smith said to
the reporter; lit appeared to me almost like
aldream." A human voice He had not heard q
hnman voice since his friend had died. He was
lying on the rocks, sick, unable to move. "Here
is u man." the voice said, 'but ! don't know
whether he is dead or alive" Smith heard another
him move"
No, he was not dead The words he had heart
hhd revived him. He jumped up and tainted int
the arms OF the captain and the mate, who hat
| come to take him on board the schooner
Yesterday his brother and his wife received the
brave fireman at his home here In New YORK
While on the dreary rocks of Abaco he had dreamed
| fdre bright, blazing fire, hugging them to his
| heart.