The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1878-11-23

gone from her davitsJ and it flashed across
his mind that the brig had been deserted-a
fact which n voyage of investigation into
the cabin confirmed.
An open chart was on the floor, where
upon the vessels course from little island
N the Windward group had been traced,
and further examination Of her papers and
logbook showed her TO be the Spanish brig
Don Carlos, bound from Jacinel, with box
sugar "to any port north of IIatterqs." .,.
Arabs mind was made up on tie instant.
He sounded the pumps we'll, found nine
inches of water therein, and having refresh
ed himself from the stewards pantry with
Spanish tortillas, he stripped and went at it
till the pump sucked.
Then he loosed the lower sails fore and
aft, sheeted them home with infinite labor.
squared the yards, and went aft to the wheel.
The wind had hauled to the southwest; a
glance at the barometer showed that the
mercury was risingi and, with high hopes,
Arad began his voyage to a port north'ard
of Hatterns"
"Oh, if could ?" was the only thought
which he dared to give vent to; and though
it did not seem an impossible. feat if the
weather held fair, he did not venture to
carry his hopeful anticipations further.
Four days and nights did he stand at the
wheel only leaving it for his hastily-snatch-
ed food, or to change the position of the
yards, except as he was obliged to take OBJ
servations; and his heart beat high as, on
the twenty-fifth of November, he sighetd
land, which he knew from his course OH the
chart to be Sandy Hook.
Two hours later, pilot-boat No. . was
alongside, and three men sent on board
when his story was heard. And then Arad
laid down fora little nap, which lasted pre-
cisely lthirty- six hours and when he eawoke
the little brig, under lower topsails and jib,
was rounding the light at the entrance of
Coverly harbor, with halfa gale of wind
blowing astern.
Luck was with YOU this time, sir" said
Joe Carter, one of the pilots, as, the anchor
chain ran rapidly out, and the little vessel
swung round to the wind. ain three hours
more you'll see it blow great guns"
Good was with me, think" said Arad
reverently, as they went aloft and snugy
slowed the sails, which, as Arad used to say,
were not much larger than bandnna hand
kerehief.
Old Banks rowed out in his dory, as was
his custom at every new arrival.
"What in the deuce p was his lucid re-
mark as he stared at Arad. And then
Iumph! Lost your vessel, s'pose?
Picked up by this here brig, and come home
without any money. Member. what I told
ye when ye went away"
Arad remembered.it it very well, and when
he went on to tell Banks, pcre, that it wa:
he that had picked up the brig, that she
was sugar-laden, and that his share of salv,
age money would probably be a nice little
sum, Banks embraced him rapturousy, and
said:
" Didn't always tell you, Arad?"
Arad didn't remember anything Of the
kind but then, it is neither polite nor pol
itic to contradict ones prospective father-in
law, so he said nothing, and accompanied
the old man on shore, where after meeting
Jessie with a rapturovs embrace, he said
"You know it was to be Thanksgiving eve
dear"
And it was.
The mutincers managed to run his schcoh
er ashore on Peaked Hill Bars, Cape Cod
and, in obedience toretributive justice, wer,
drowned which, as the owners gotan ex
cellent insurance on the vessel, did not seen
to cause general grief.
After usual vexatious delays consequen
upon such cases, Arad received something
like eighteen thousand dollars salvage mon
ey.