The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1885-07-22

li1cd tnc All Ike Nnlte CLOUDS. were a
c high as mountains.
e Terrified and anxious on her hus
bands account, she watched in vain
for his return
t He is lost He is lost,. she cried
wringing her hands. His boat coulc
not live in sea ike that Oh, Henry
$ Henry,''
, The old missionary made his ap
+ Pearance. He strove to console her
but he could give her no hope, for he
8 too, could not help thinking the cap.
tain was lost
The spray and the rack of the storm
t covered the raging water for miles, Sc
that no object could at present be
seen through the cloud-like curtain.
3 Straining their eyes to the utmost.
the two anxious watchers vainly en-
deayored to pierce with their gaze these
, rushing masses of vapor.
j All at once Lucy fancied she saw
something like a black speck tossed
and hurled along towards the island
See! What is it?" she gasped.
: IAN overturned boat" said the mis-
sionary, when the object had drifted
nearer.
ut is his boatr' Lucy cried in ago
ny.
Such was indeed the ease.
Broken and battered. the dingey in
which Caverdish had left the island,
was at length hurled high upon the
beach.
1t seemed as if Lucy would lose her
reason.
i With wild eyes she gazed upon the
boat
| Not sound escaped her.
She stood like a statue, staring at
the broken dingey. as if she could not
tear herself away from the spot.
Come, child" said the missionary;
''come. 1t is hard, but you must try
to control yourself
Il will stay here. l will watch for
his body" she groaned. s.It must
soon come
But she waited in vain.
The waves refused to give her the
remains of her husband.
She tottered to the little house, and,
throwing herself down on a rustic
lounge there, she gave way to her
grief.
TO think that l will never, never
see him again." she cried. .'Oh, l
wish that i. too, was deadr'
There was bright hectic color on
each cheek, and restless gleam in the
eyes.
The words of consolation offered by
the missionary fell unheeded on her
ears. A delirious fever was fast taking
possession of her brain.
The old missionary went outside of
the house, and walked to and fro, his
mournful gaze turned seaward.
| The violence of the gale had now
abated, and the atmosphere had cleared.
Far away the watcher beheld
large ship, apparently heading for the
| island.
'Here comes vesselr' he called,
| hoping thus to turn the young wife's
mind little from the grief.
She was ON her feet and out of the
house in moment. With eager in
terest did she gaze on the approaching
| craft.
Il know that shipi'' she cried in
| voice of agony. 1T is my husbands
and my brother's-th the Swallow. But
it has come too late!-too latel NY
Henry has gone, and will never leave
the island. | will die here, and when
die | must be buried in the sea, where
he lies, and there we shall meet again"
Wildly shone her eyes as she spoke,
and the missionary feared that her
mind had already begun to wander.
Meanwhile on came the ship, until
she was within a mile of the beach,
when a boat was lowered and pulled
shoreward.
As it drew nearer, there was a SIM
ultaneous cry of joy from Lucy and
the missionary, for they recognized
Captain Cavendish, standing in the
bow. waving his hat to them.
He has been picked up and savedr'
cried Lucy's companion.
s.Aye, aye, safe and wellr' shouted
the captain. hearing the words.
Soon after the boats keel grated on
the beach, and Lucy threw herself into
her husbands arms.
s.Have you no greeting for me?"
said voice near them.
Lucy looked up to see her brother,
whom she had not recognized on ac-
count of his thick beard.
As the captain released her, he en-
braced and kissed her.
ssThis is indeed a happy day for me-"
he said. ''Out in the storm, just as it
commenced, I fell in with your hus-
band, struggling in his little boat, and
l was fortunate enough to pick him up.
The boat, however, drifted away from
us before we could secure it. Now l
find my sister well and happy, still, l
hope. having faith in her wild scamp
of a brother
ssWhy did you desert us?" inquired
Lucy. ..Why leave us on this islandp"
ut was not who deserted you. but
the men. They rose in mutiny, which
they had probably been for some time
| planning, knocked me and the two
| mates down, tied our hands and feet,
| thrust us into the hold like pigs. and
then clapping on sail, headed away
| from the island.
Their object. as l afterwards
learned, was to take the vessel to some
South American port, there sell the
cargo, pocket the funds, and then
make off inland, leaving the craft in
our possession. They were not good
navigators, and, therefore. they were
many months beating about the Pa
cific Ocean.
AT last they were within some hum
dreds of miles of the South American
coast, but by this time half the number
concluded that their plan was not
| feasible one. They would, on reach
| ing pOrls De DOaTUcu Dy tue autuOEiticcs
questions would be asked, and detec-
/ ton it seemed, would be inevitable.
They were unanimous for freeing us
and returning to their duty, provided
we would promise not to punish them
severely for what they had already
done.
Two others did not like this pro-
position; the two parties quarrelled.
and the end of il was that they all fin
ally resolved to desert the vessel in a
body, and make for an island they saw
in the distance. They did so, first set
ting us at liberty. They took the
launch-the best boat we had-and
many useful things from the ship
/ with the cook and steward, there
now were only five of us to work the
ship. A few days later, however, we
I shipped some Portuguese sailors from
the Felix Islands, off which we then
lay becalmed.
s.As these men wanted to go to sgd
ney, and would not ship until had
promised them would make q straight
wake for that place, | was obliged to
head in that direction, instead OF re-
tracing my course to the distant shore
Ia thousand miles away-on which
ron and Cavendish had been left.
"a fair wind favored me. and l I'm
ally arrived at Sydney, when l disposed
of our cargo to . much better advan-
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