Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-06-19
he reeled, let 20 his hold, and fell down,

A tall gaunt man, with shaggy long hair
and beard leaned over the death like form
of young man. He poured some mixture
down his throat, and then he chafed and
rubbed his temples, his hands and his feet.
He pressed upon his chest until he heard a
low, convulsive shudder of the body, and
then a smile of satisfaction stole across the
tail mans face. The sun beamed strongly
into the apartment where they were if you
could call it such. 1t was a natural cave in
the rocks. High above it for hundreds OF
feet the perpendicular wall of rock arose
without sign of life or vegetation. Below
it, almost at the door of the cavern, the
waters of the sea rolled threateningly, leav-
ing barely margin for shore. Here and
there lying up against the rocks or moving
in and out with the sea, were scattered
pieces of vessels which had been wrecked
beneath the frowning rocks. In the cavern
everything was bare. Pieces of ROCKS served
for chairs and large smooth-taced stone
was used for a table. The only ornament
which could be seen was crucitx OF gold,
en- beauty hanging on the low wall ana
cleaning in the sunlight.
The tall man continued his efforts, until a
flush of returning life appeared on the pale
blanched cheeks. A little while after, the
eyes of the young man opened, and fromhls
lips, like whisper, the question came:
"Where am II"
AS the tall man stopped over and heard
the words, he replied: ,
"You are safe in the hands of a wrecked
Christian like yourself. You drifted here"
The eyes closed again, but one hour or so
after the young man, through the untlrlng
labor of the tall man, was able to sit up and
talk with ease.
Both told their stories, George Carey, far
- ,,,oo l,a roIotiror bic fret aD6 the fall
man following:
s'My name is Burtsell," said the tall man,
"and was the owner Of as pretty craft as
ever sailed between B. and R. l
used it for my family's pleasure, and, one
day, in high spirits, in company with some
friends, ran her out as far as this. 1t was
still daylight, but squall struck us, and
the vessel went under. l was good SWIM
mer, and seeing my friends going down one
after another, without being able to help
them, seized piece of broken timber,
and clung to it until drifted near this Tor
lorn hope, the rocks. Night was well on,
but there was light enough left for me to
distinguish this opening in the rocks, which
in my exhausted condition swan to-, and
managed to enter. No sooner had entered
than I fell into sWoon, out of which
aWoke the following morning, to find my
self cut off forever from all hope of escape.
In I might i]y as we'll have been buried in the
"Cut off forever !" exclaimed George,
looking into Burtsell's eyes with great
alarm.
"Yes," he replied, "there is no hope by
land or sea the sea reaches almost to the
mouth of this cave, and the rocks surround
US and rise above us, so that we are in liv-
ing prison."
"But it must be long while since you
came here how do you get food?" enquired
George, imagining that Burtsell might not
be of sound mind.
"That will soon tell you but there is
and has been my hope !" said Burtsell, ris-
ing and pointing with reverence to the cru
cifix on the wall. "My wife gave me the
time I boarded my vessel and when l
awoke the morning after the wreck [ found
it hanging to my neck"
AS Burtsell finihsed the sentence, a noise
was heard outside the cave, and in mo-
ment after, with a great fiuttering, OF wings,
the raven which had stood on the deck OF the
AntUerp, flew into the cave and placed on
the stone table an abundance of food Then
it disappeared.
George Carey realized fully his position
then. He was buried for life, and his COM
panions were Burtsell and the raven of the
sea. But in the face of despair, George was
too young to give up all hope. He thought
of plan that Burstell never dreamed of.
On a piece of smooth stone, Clipped from
the wall of the cave, he dug this brief note:
I, George Carey, of D., and James Burtsell,
Of Al are buried in eave e. on tb the rocks Gsa o6
Immediately for Gods sake.
GEORGE CAREY.
When the raven came again, Burstell,
who was astOnished that he never thought
of it before, fastened the piece of stone to
the ravens leg, and when the raven re-
turned again, the missive was gone.
Whether some one had found it and would
aid them, or it had in some way fallen
from the ravens leg, they could not tell,
but they resolved to wait and trust in
God.
Days passed by, long and weary, and
there came time when the raven appeared
no more and they were on the verge of
starvation. But in the morning after they
had eaten no food for day, the white sails
of ship caught their bright, glaring eyes:
The ship neared them a boat was put out
from the side. They held out their coats
and swung them to and fro with their weak,
thin arms. The signal was seen they were
saved.
With some difficulty they were taken
from their dreary home, and placed upon
the ship.
Their rescuers were friends of Burtsell.
There were mutual reoicings and explana-
tions and in a short while those who were
dead were once more among the living.
They related their woes and sorrows, and
those who heard them wept; but when the
raven story was told, their hearts brighten.
ed and they blessed the raven and praised
Him who must have sent it.
For years and years after, as the weary
mariner passed by the dismal home of the
wrecked ones, he looked anxiously for the
coming of his omen of safety, the raven,
but it came no more.
LIBERTY IN FRANCE.-Within the last
few weeks three cases have occurred in
France which illustrate in very striking
manner how completely individual liberty
is at the mercy of the police. The first case
was that of stableman in the employ of a
large cab company in Paris. This man had
been detected ill-treating a horse, and the
manager Of the stables remarked to the In
spector of Police that it was a pity The law
did not admit of the offender being SEN
fenced to more than weeks imprisonment.
"Make your mind easy" replied the In