The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1884-06-07

smooth-faced stone was used for table.
The only ornament which could be seen
was a cruciax Of golden beauty hanging
on the low wall and cleaning in the
sunlight.
The tall man continued his efforts,
until flush of returning life appeared
on the pale blanched cheeks. A little
while after, the eyes Of the young man
opened, and from his lips, like whis-
per, 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
untiring labor of the tall man, was able
to sit up and talk with ease.
Both told their stories, George Carey,
far it was he, relating his first; and the
tall man following:
"My name is Burtsell," said the tall
man, "and was the owner Of as pretty
craft as ever sailed between B
and R. 1 used 1t for my family's
pleasure, and, one day, in high spirits,
In company with some friends, I ran her
out as far as this. 1t was still daylight,
but squall struck us, and the vessel
went under. was good swimmer,
and seeing my friends going down one
after another, without being able to help
them, 1 seized piece Of broken timber,
and chung to it until drifted near this
forlorn 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 tu enter. No
sooner had entered than fell into a
swoon, out of which 1 awoke the fol-
lowing morning, to find myself cut of
forever from ali hope Of escape. l
might as well have been buried in the
seal"
Gut off foreverI" exclaimed George,
looking into Burtsell's eyes with great
| alarm.
Eyes" 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, SC
that we are in living prison."
"But it must be long while since
you came here; how do you get foodp'
enquired George, imagining that Burt
sell might not be of sound mind.
THAT l will soon tell you; but there
is and has been my hopel" said Bartsell,
rising and pointing with reverence to
the crucidx on the wall. my wife gave
me the time boarded my vessel; and
when awoKe the morning after the
wreck found it hanging to my neck. u
AS Burtsell finished the sentence, a
noise was heard outside the cave, and
in moment after, with a great fiutter-
ing of wings, the raven which had
stood on the deck of the Antwerp, few
into the cave and placed on the stone
table an abundance of food. Then II
disappeared.
George Carey realized fully his posi-
ton then. He was buried for life, and
his companions 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
Burtsell never dreamed of. One piect
of smooth stone, Clipped from the wal
of the cave, he dug this brief note.
l, George Carey, of D, ant
James Burtsell, of A, are burieC
in a cave Of the rocks of s.. TIL,
cave is at the edge of the sea. Com,
Immediately for Gods sake.
GEORGE CAREY.
When the raven came again, Burtsell
who was astonlshed that he neve
thought of it before, fastened the piec,
of stone to the ravens leg, and whel
the raven returned again, the missiv
was gone.
Whether some one had found it an,
would aid them, or that it had in som
way Iallen from the ravens leg, the
could not tell, but they resolved to wal
and trust in God.
Days passed by, long and weary, ant
thsre came time when the raven az
peared no more, and they were on tn
verge of starvation. But in the morn
ing after they had eaten no food for
day, the white sails of ship caugh
their bright, glaring eyes. The shi
neared them; boat was put out from
the side. They held out their coats ant
swung them to and fro with their weak
thin arms. The signal was seen: the
were saved.
With some difficulty they were take
from their dreary home, and place
upon the ship.
Their rescuers were friends of Burt
sell. There were mutual rejoicings an
explanations; and in short while thos
who were dead were once more anon
the living. They related their woe
and sorrows, and those who heard theI
wept; but when the raven story We
told, their hearts frightened and the
blessed the raven and praised Him VIII
must have sent it.
For years and years after, as IL
weary mariner passed by the dismi
home of the wrecked ones, he locke
anxiously for the coming of his omen
safety, the raven, but it came no NOR
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