Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-08-11
The Story of a Wreck.
Thrilling and Romantic Account of
 a Mutiny at Sea-
BY w. CLARK RUSSELL.

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 laughed at this nautical language in her sweet mouth. At her request 1 looked into their cabin to see how her father was doing. He seemed to be asleep and returned and so reported to her.
 Together with the boatswam and Cornish then went to work taking in sail. In few hours we had accomp- lished wonders, having close-reefed two of the three top-sails, slowed the three jibs, three royals, two top-gal- lant-sails and staysails. Our work was rendered three times harder than it need have been by the darkness; we had to tumble and grope, and, by be- ing scarcely able to see each other, we found it extremely difficult to work in unison; so that, instead of hauling to- gether, we hauled at odd times, and rendered our individual strength inef- fectual, when, could we have collect ively exerted it, we should have achieved our purpose easily.
 Il must sit down for a spell, sir" said Cornish. II can't do no more work yet"
 ''If we could only get that top-gal- lant sail off her!' 1 exclaimed, looking longingly up at it. But, all the same, l felt that whole regiment of bayo- nets astern of me could not have urged me one inch up the shrouds
 We dragged our weary limbs aft and squattcd ourselves near the wheel, l for one being scarcely able to stand.
 MT. Roylc," said Miss Robertson, twill you and the others 90 down into the cabin and get some sleepP I will keep watch, and promise faithfully to wake you the moment l think neces- sary"
 ''Boson," I exclaimed, do you hear Shat? Miss Robertson wants us to turn in. She will keep watch, she says and call us if q gale comesn'
 "God bless hcrn' said the boatswain. 'I called her wonder just now, and I'd call her a wonder again"
 MT. Royle, you have not answered me. Will you and the others lie down and sleep while I watchP'
 Not yet, Miss Robertson. By and by, perhaps. We have more work be- fore us, and are only resting Stew ardr'
 He came from behind the companion, where I think he had fallen asleep.
 Yes, MT. Royle, sir"
 "Cut below and mix all hands jug of brandy-and-water, and bring some biscuits. Here, Bosom, is some tobacco. Smoke a pipe. Fire away, Cornish. It's more soothing than sleep, mates"
 pulled out my watch and held it close to the pinnacle.
 "Half-past twon' l cried, amazed at the passage of time "Upon my word, l didn't think it was twelve o'clock yet. Miss Robertson, I know I can not induce you to go below; but you must allow mo to relieve you for spell al the wheel. 1 can sit and steer as well as you. You'll find this grating com. fortable."
 Saying which pulled out some flags from the locker, made a kind of cushion for her back, and then took her chair, keeping the wheel steady with my foot.
 The steward made his appearance with the spirits and biscuit; and Miss Robertson went below, whispering tG me as she passed, that she wished tG look at her father, and that she would return in few minutes.
 "Now that the lady's gone, MT. Royle,' exclaimed the boatswain, az soon as she had left the deck. 'let's talk over our situation and think what's to be done"
 "Quite right, boson," I replied. "At noon yesterday-that will be fifteen hours ago--the Bermuda Islands bore as true as q hair west-half-south. We hove to with the ships head to the nor ard and westward and made some way at that, and taking the run we have made tonight, I allow that if we head the ship west-by-north we shall make the islands, with any thing like breeze, some time on Monday morn ing"
 But if we're just off the coast of Florida said Cornish, ''why couldn't we turn to and run for the West India lslandsP"
 "Whch is nearest, I wonders" ex- claimed the boatswain, ''the West Hindia Islands or the Kingdom of Jer- ichoP"
 "It's 'ardly time for jokin'," re- monstrated the steward.
 Il don't know that I said any thing funny,'A observed Cornish, warmly.
 Well, then, wot do you mean by talking about the West Hindie Isl andsP" cried the boatswain.
 HWot do 1 meanP" retorted the oth- CT; "why, wot I says. Here we are off the coast of Floridy"--
 On Ine cOaSC your SranQmOthef! Shut up, mate, and let MT. Royle speak You know nothcn about it. "
 ''The Bermudas are nearer to hand than the West Indies," I continued, not wishing to explain. What we have to do, then, the moment we can use our legs, is to haul the ship round. How is the wind now? north-north- west. Well, she will lie properly. And as soon as ever it comes day break, we must run up signal of dis tress, and keep it flying. What more can we doP"
 At this moment Miss Robertson re- turned. 1 asked her how she had found her father, and she replied, in low voice, that he was sleeping, but that his breathing was very faint and uncertain, and that he sometimes talked in his sleep.
 She could not disguise her anxiety, and 1 entrcated her to go below and watch him and rest herself as well; but she answered that she would not leave the deck until had finished talk ing in sail and doing what was neces-