The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1879-11-27

sails were thrown aback, and for a mo.
ment she drittcd down toward him, as
though he had been seen and measures
taken for his relief.
MEAS she neared him he managed, in a
roll of sea, to sieze one of the mainchain
plates, and with final effort, he swung
himself into the rigging and over the rail,
where he sank senseless on the deck,
thinking dimly how strange it was that
no living soul was in sight.
When he recovered from his stupor and
feebly CROPPED his way aft, he saw the
wheel was dashed hard-a-port, and the
stern boat gone from her davits; and II
flashed across his mind that the brig had
been deserted---a fact which a voyage OF
investigation into the cabin confirmed.
An open chart was on the floor, where.
upon the vessels course had been traced
from little island in the Windward
group, and further examination of her
papers and logbook showed her to be the
Spanish brig Don Carlos, bound from
Jacmal, with box sugar ''to any port
north of Hatteras.'
Arabs mind was made up on the in
slant. He sounded the pumps we'll, and
found nine inches of water therein, and,
having refreshed himself from the stew
ards pantry with Spanish 'tortillas, he
stripped and went at it till the pumps
sucked.
Then he loosed the lower sails fore and
aft, sheeted them home with infinite la
Dor, squared the yards, and went oft to
the wheel.
The wind had hauled to the southwest
glance at the barometer showed that the
mercury was rising; and, with high hopes
Arad began his voyage to Is port north
ard Of Hatteras."
ooh, If I 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.
For four days and nights did he
stand at the wheel, only leaving it for
his hastily-snatchcd food, or to change
the position of the yards, except as be
was obliged to take observations; and
his heart beat high as on the twenty fifth
of November he sighted land, which he
knew, from his course on the chart to the
Sandy Hook.
Two hours later, pilot-boat No. 2 was
alongside, and three men sent on board,
when his story was heard. And then
Arad laid down tor little nap, which
lasted precisely thirty-six hours; and
when he awoke, the little brig, under
lower topsails and jib, was rounding the
light at the entrance of Coverly harbor,
with half 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.
"In three hours more you'll see it blow
great guns"
'God was with me, I Think said
Arad. reverently, as they went aloft aud
snugly slowed the sails, which, as Arad
used to say, were not much larger than
bandana handkerchief.
Old Banks rowed out IN his dory, as
was his custom at every new arrival.
s'What in the deuce" was his lucid
remark, as he stared at Arad. And then,
''Humph! Lost your vessel, 'spose?
Picked up by this here brig, and come
home without any money. Member
what I told ye when ye went away!"
Arad remembered 1t very we'll; and
when he went on to tell Banks, pere, that
it was he that had picked up the br1g,
that she was sugar-laden, and that his
share Of salvage money would probably
be a nice little sum, Banks embraced him
rapturously, and said;
'Didn't always tell you, Arad2"
Arad didn't remember anything of the
kind; but then, it is neither polite nor
polite to contradict ones prosperity
fathe1-in-law, so he said nothing, and &C.
companied the old man ashore, where,
after meeting Jessie with rapturous en-
brace, he said:
You know it was to be Thanksgiving
eve, dear"
And it was.
The mutineers managed to run his
schooner ashore on Peaked Hill Bars,
Cape Cod, and, in obedience to retribu-
tive Justice, were drowned; which, as the
owners got an excellent insurance on the
vessel, did not seem to cause general
grief.
After the usual vexatious delays conse-
quent upon such cases, Arad received
something like eighteen thousand dollars
as salvage money.
The Bowery Boy.