The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-11-01

do but weep2 Soon began to feel an
intense hunger. BY the lowest calcula-
ton l must have been comatose for
three days, so for that time | had no
nourishment.
The thick mist that suddenly came
down satisfied my thirst, but there was
nothing to eat. l nearly went crazy as
the day wore on.
AT last night fell and added the ter
rors of the blackness to the horrors of
the pangs of hunger. 1 could never tell
the horrors Of that first night. 1t was a
wonder l was not stark, staring mad
when dav broke. The second day pass
cd like the first. Nothing to eat, some
thing to moisten my lips, but no sail in
sight. The third day broke with an
angry sky and angrier sea, and l saw
that before the day closed Cape Horn
gale would be raging, with its attendant
sleet and cold. | trembled then, for
even though | was almost dead and
quite without hope | wanted to live. By
noon the sea had risen tremendously,
and it was with great difficulty l mana
ged to keep on my raft. BY nightfall
the gale was raging tiercely, and | was
expecting every moment TO be engulf-
ed in one Of the terrible abysses into
which my raft slipped constantly.
This was the most awful night l
ever spent-worse even than when l
lay to all appearances dead on the cabin
table of the Osprey. The flying spoon
drift cut me to the bone. The great
waves rolled their crested, phosphores-
cent heads high above me, who, sunk
in black abyss, heard the gee shrek
ing overhead. l felt soon that it could
not last much longer. Numbed and
weak as was l clung to my refuge with
the energy Of desperation and waited
bitterly for death.
Finally an immense wave, higher
than all that had gone before, raised its
wild head and rolled down on me.
My time had come. l was swept like
child from my raft and carried on the
crest of the monster as | supposed TO
death. But once again the hand of
the Almighty was stretched out to save
me. was dashed with ipco lceivable
violence against something solid as a
rock. Ropes were floating all around
me. l grabbed several and then
swooned.
l awoke and recognized the old hos
pital of the Osprey. Then l thought
my burial and subsequent adventures
were all wandering fancy, and that l
had never lett the hospital. But was
soon undeceived. A kind face bent over
me and | saw once more the features
of my good captain. He would not>
permit me to speak at all that day, but
on the next l was allowed to relate my
story, which l did In weak and q liver
ing voice, l can assure you. Then the
captain told me that, after burying me,
as they thought, they had kept on their
course for two days, when they cncount
cred heavy head gale which drove
them back on their course again. They
shipped a terrible sea, which carried
away boats and houses forward but it
was the last exertion of the gale, for
after that 1t died away.
When the waist was sufficiently clear
of water to enable the men to walk
there they had discovered my body
entangled in ropes lying in the lee
scupper. AT first they thought my
corpse had been washed aboard again,
as has been several times done, but
on lifting me up they saw unmistaKable
signs of life, and with great awe and
to wonder carried me into the cabin. As
my conatose sleep, the captain said he
had never seen anything more like death
He had doubted if the most skillful
doctors could have discovered any life
in me. He was confident my neck
had been broken.-F. ID. b. IN AAa
CaAiI01NlaN.