Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-03-29

that kind of blow he would quicken the ac- tivity of memory there.
 "There is something wrong," said he, pres ently. sWhat is it, sirl This is the cook room. How does it happen that l am lying here?n
 told him exactly how it was, adding that if it had not been for his posture, which obliged me to thaw in order to carry him, he would now be on deck with the others, await ing the best funeral could give him.
 "Who are the otherss" asked he.
 ''I know not" said l. "There were four in all, counting yourself; one sits frozen to death on the rocks. met him first, and took his watch from his pocket that might tell the time."
 He took the watch in his hands, and asked me to bring the lantern close "Ha!n cried he ''this was Mendoza's-the captains. I remember; he took it for the sake of this letter upon it. He lies dead on the rocksl We missed him, but did not know where he had gone" Then. raising his hand and impulsively starting upon the mattress, he cried, while he tapped his forehead, ''It has come back! have itl Giuseppe Tren- tanove and were in the cabin; he had fallen blind with the glare of the ice-if that was it. We confronted each other. On sudden he screamed out. I had put my face into my arms and felt myself dying His cry aroused | me- looked up and saw him leaning back from the table with his eyes fixed and horror in his countenance. was too feeble to speak too languid to rise. watched him while, and then the drowsiness stole over me again, and my head sank and remember no more." He shuddered, and extended the pannikin for more liquor. I filled it with two-thirds of brandy and the rest water, and he supped | it down as if it had been thimbleful of wine.
 By the holy cross" cried he, 'but this is very wonderful, though! How long have l you been here, sir?"
 | 'Three days"
 l ''Three days and have been in stupor l all that time-never moving, never breath | ing2"
 "You will have been in stupor longer than that, expect" said l.
 "What is this month?" he cried. "July," replied.
 "July-July!' be muttered. Impossible! | Let mo see"-he began to count on his fingers i've fell in with the ice and got locked i'll | November. We had six months of it, recol lect no more. Six months of it, sir; and suppose the stupor came upon me then, the | month at which my memory stops would be | April. Yet you call this July-that is to say, four months of oblivion! Impossible!' "What was the year in which you fell in with the ice?" said I.
 "The year!" he exclaimed, in a voice deep 1 with the wonder this question raised ill him; ''the year? Why, man, what year but 1753!"
 'Good Godr' cried I, jumping to my feet with terror at a statement had anticipated, | though it shocked me as new and frightful revelation. "Do you know what year this is?"
 He looked at me without answering.
 "It is 1SO1," cried; and as I said this re- coiled step, fully expecting him to leap up and exhibit a hundred demonstrations of horror and consternation; for this, I am per- suaded, would have been my posture had any man reused me from Slumber and told me had been ill that condition for eight and forty years.
 He continued to view me with a very strange and cunning expression in his eyes, the coolness of which was inexpressbly sur prising and bewildering, and even mortify- l ing; then presently, grasping his beard, looked at it; then put his hands to his face and looked at them; then pulled out his feet and looked at them; then very slowly, but without visible effort, stood up, swaying a little with air of weakness and proceeded to feel and strike himself all over, swinging his arms and using his legs-after which he sat down and pulled his clothes over his naked feet, and, fixing his eyes on me afresh, said: "What do you say this year is, sir?"
 "Eighteen hundred and one," replied!
 'Bah" said he, and shook his head very ! knowingly. "No matter; you have been shipwrecked, too! Sir, shipwreck shuffles dates as player does cards; and the best of us will go wrong in famine, loneliness, cold and peril. Be of good cheer, my friend; all | will return to you. Sit, sir, that I may hear your adventures, and will relate mine"
 I saw how it was; he supposed me de ranged-a mortifying construction to place upon the language of man who had restored him to life; yet few moments reflection taught me to see the reasonableness of it, for unless he thought me crazy he must conclude spoke the truth, and it was inconceivable he should believe that he had lain in a frozen condition for eight and forty years
 have no doubt the disorder my mind was ill helped to persuade him that 1 had not the full possession of my senses. He ran his eye over my figure and then round the cook room, and said, 'I am impatient to learn your story, sir"
 "Why, sir" said I, "my story is summed up ill what 1 have already told you" But that he might not be at loss-for to be sure, he had only very newly collected his intel lect-I related my adventures at large. He drew nearer to the furnace while I talked, bringing his covering of clothes along with him, and held out his great hands to toast at the fire, all the time observing me with scarce wink of the eye. Arrived at the end of my tale, I told how only last night I had dragged his companion on deck, and how he was to follow but for his posture
 "Ha!" cried he, "you might have caused my flesh to mortify by laying me close to the fire. It would have been better to rub me with snow."
 He poked up one foot after the other to count his toes, fearing some had come away with his stockings, and then said: "Well, and how long should I have slept had you not comes Another week! By St. Paul, might have died! Have you my stockings, sirf' I gave them to him, and he pulled them over his legs and then drew on his boots and stood up, the coats and wraps tumbling off him as he rose.
 'sI can stand ;" says he. ''That is good"
 But in attempting to take step he reeled, and would have fallen had not grasped his arm.
 "Patience, my friend, patience!" he nut tered as if to himself. ''I must lie little longer, and with that he kneeled and then lay along the mattress He breathed heavily and pointed to the pannikin. I asked him whether he would have wine or brandy. He