The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1890-01-16

both physically and mentally, but mos
thankful for my narrow escape.
Soon, however, I saw thst II I had 20
out Of one danger, it was only to fal
! into another. knew nothing Of navi
cation, and was not even aware In which
direction to steer. l might run the shi1
to ground, or q sudden squall nigh
swamp her. did not know how tt
shorten sail, and was afraid to interfere
with the ropes.
| What could do? The moon had now
como down, and it was pitch dark. There
was no lamp or light of any sort abou,
the ship, as far as could sec. With the
help of match looked at my watch
1t was two O'clock
thought of calling the man and boy
out of the hold and threatening to shoo'
thcm if they did not navigate the shir
properly, but myself felt so tired anc
exhausted that did not dare trust them
in case should fall asleep.
On the whole, it was best to leave my.
self in the hands of Providence.
., the droariness of those hours OF
darkness, and the Joy with which
ndAACu CA0 lfSt Sticdk Oh OdWQs
Every now and then Bartolo would
give curse and a groan, and that was
the only sound to break the silence OF
the night. had placed some water BY
his side and asked him if he wanted any
thing, but he only swore at me. I left
him alone.
At last the sun began to rise, and
! scanned the horizon for the welcome
sight Of land or a friendly sail. Alas.
there was nothing to break the dull
| mass of water, and l was still miles away
from rescue. The pangs Of hunger were
beginning to make themselves felt, and
/ had nothing to eat. If this state OF
affairs continued much longer, 1 should
be obliged to call up the man and boy,
and in my weak state felt should be
entirely at their mercy.
was beginning thoroughly to despair
after 80 many hours of constant watch.
ing and straining of my eyes, when
about eight o'clock 1 saw speck on the
horizon. My heart leaped with. excite
ment as l instantly turned the helm in
that direction. The speck grew bigger
and bigger, until at last made out the
form of a brig sailing towards me. Soon
I could make out fag-the American
stars and stripes. tied my handker'
chief to a stick, and made signals of dis.
| tress. For some time she took no notice,
and seemed about to pass me. My heart
| sank. The thought that was so near
rescue, and yet could not attract atten.
ton, was awful. At last, to my joy, she
hove to and lowered boat. In q few
minutes it was alongside, and an officer
and crew boarded the felucca.
The sudden relief to my strained
nerves was almost more than I could
bear, and it was some seconds before ]
spoke.
There was an expression of horror on
the mems faces as they looked round or
the scene of bloodshed, the wounded
men, and then scanned my face for an
explanation. Did they take me for q
mailman, or a common murderer?
At last found my voice. They
crowded eagerly round me to listen tc
my story, and when had finished all
congratulated me on my narrow escape.
The officer, who was the captain Of
the brig, Hospitality invited me on board
his ship. He was sailing to Marseilles
and would gladly give me a passage
| Needless to say, jumped at his offer.
We removed the covering from the
hold, and called on the men to come up
| but could get no answer.
| The captain was in hurry to con
tinue his course, and would not wait any
longer.
AS was stepping into the boat,
asked MIN what we should do about the
felucca and it's crew.
"Well, stranger" he answered, "you're
we'll out of it, anyhow; and guess we'll
now let them alone, to go to the devil
their own way, and the sooner they gel
there the better"
never heard any thing more of them
went straight back to England, and Il
was some months before I left home
again.-Cuthbert Larking, in Temple
! Bar.