The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-11-09

done us good turn, and we won't for
get it'll"
made no reply, but sat in the stern
of the boat gazing after the receding
vessel. After looking at her for few
minutes was overcome and bowed my
head In my hands and wept. Just then
o splash In the water near the boat
aroused me. "A shark ~ thought t.
Again heard 1t, and then low voice
as II from the deep, Steerawayi''
sprung from my thwart as If struck
by galvanic shock. strained my eyes
and peered into the darkness. Present
ly saw a dark form swimming toward
the boat. Again the voice came over
the water:
Steeraway ~
Ben here knows am not superstitious
but confess 1 did feel little awestrick-
en-. Before / had time to collect my
scattered thoughts, hand was laid on
the gun.wale, and the form Of man
arose from the sea.
|" It's Bolter, Joe; don't be frightened
I'm no ghost !"
That short sentence broke the spell
which clung to me-
&" Oh, Bolter ~ cried I, in transport
of joy.
{" For Heavens sake, help me in the
boat, Joe I'm mighty weak. Now,
where's the water2 That outside the
boat will do to swim In, but can't
drink it,"
Soon had the water.keg to his lips,
and he took long draugbt.
There never wanted water SO bad
but once before in my life; and this is
what call hard luck, joe"
agreed with him on that score, and
asked him to tell me how he escaped
from the convicts.
Why, you see, Joe got an inkling
of what was coming, but before I could
get out of the cabin the rascals were
down upon us. So 1 slipped into the
secret locker under the transom, and
they looked into every place but that
Luckily, the locker contained some
canned meats and fruits, SO there was
no danger of my starving. / overheard
that fellows conversation-the one they
called Gosshawk-and L knew, Steera-
way, that you were safe. also heard
your boat lowered. peeped from
my hiding place and saw the cab
in was clear, as they were all on deck to
see you off. Soon as heard the boat
cast adrift crawled through the stern
window, hung by the frame for min
ute or two, then dropped into the sea,
swan after your boat and here I am"
Bolter suddenly started up and cried
out:
Look, Joe, If they have not set the
ship on fire!"
And SO they had. Before they landed
they had no doubt left two or three of
their number to lash the wheel and ap-
ply the torch. The flames threw lurid
light over the ocean, and soon the whole
outline in fire of the doomed Marathon
could be seen. Heavy tongues Of flame
ran up the tarred rigging, and rolls Of
fire, like a cloud, would now and then
burst forth as the sails, one after anOth-
er, were consumed. 1t was magnih-
cent sight, but sorrowful one for U.s.
We watched her until scarcely spark
could be seen; when, suddenly, like a
flash, the faint light disappeared, and all
that once remained of the Marathon
went TO the bottom.
On the following morning we sighted
an American whaler, which fortunately
came near enough to see our signal Of
distress, and we were relieved from our
uncomfortable position. Bolter and my
self told the whaling skipper our story,
when he at once made sail for Sydney,
where the facts were laid before the En-
glish Consul, who took steps to capture
the short haired villains. This was sue
cessfully accomplished.