The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-05-26

kn$ u138er. 13c UOWMpOuF UA k44M ceased as suddenly as If a valve had been clossd, and the wind seemed to gain additional force. The captain stood in the stern-sheets, looking straight ahead. His face was as un- readable as a stone. I crept back to him, and just as I pulled myself up beside him the boat swung her head right and left in vicious way and he shouted in my ear:
 ssGone adrift!"
 The cable had parted and we were driving dead out to sea-out upon the angry waste of water which had no check between that inlet and the coast of Spain. The bow fell off until it pointed out to sea, the captain gripped the tiller and sat down and we drove ahead like a wild locomotive.
 In gale on land yoa hear the roar of the wind, but its vengefnl shrieks its fierce screams-its voice of tri- umph as the great seas leap and dash and threaten to overwhelm, are re- served for the sea. IL is lion which has long waited in ambush. It Is a tiger which has had neither food nor drink for days.
 looked up into the face of the cap- tain. There was anxiety there, but there was also sternness and determin- ation. The eyes stared straight ahead into the dark storm-bank. The fin- gers which clutched the tiller had grown fast. Had his time come? If so he would meet 1t as others of his blood had done.
 looked over the gunwale at the leaping, whirling, boiling waters now showing their might. It was the fate- ful whirlpool of Niagara magnified a thousand times. It was as if great cloud burst had set thousand rivers flooding the world. The fierce wind caught the foamy crests and tore them off and hurled them through the air until it seemed as if the black sky was alive with great white birds. saw the faces of drowning men as the waves heaved them up. I saw stifi- ened arms, dripping locks and gaunt bodies. 1t was sea of the dead-a maelstrom in which the corpses oi generations were floating and whirl- ing.
 The night came down, but I could see white face and compressed lips above me. The storm grew fercer but the fingers of iron never let go their grip. The darkness shut out the corpses, but it brought moans and walls and shrieks, and l stopped my ears to keep out the sounds. Did you ever hear the shriek of woman wher the steamer, which has battled SC long, suddenly goes down to hel giAve2 Did you ever hear the ont loud, long cry uttered by strong mar as his strength suddenly leaves hin and the waves wash over his headi Did the shrieks of children ever come to you as an awful death stared them in the face2 l heard them all-ovel and over again-heard them more and more faintly, and finally not even tht voice of the gale sounded in my ears
 It was morning. Our little boa was under the lee of a great, black. hulled liner, and I was being hoistet aboard. The sky was clear, the wint had dropped to gentle breeze, and the crests of the waves no longer foamed. In the stern-sheets sat tn, brown-faced captain, only at that mo- ment surrendering the tiller. All tha wild night-during every minute O that mad race over a hundred miles o boiling ocean, his eyes had never closed and his lips never opened There was nothing to read in his fac, mo more than as if he had slept a home in his bed. His time had not yet come. As he helped to lit me uT he spoke for the first time:
 "Thank God feared he was dead. , I- Defrosf Eyee press