The Press., 1894-08-30

ast, a man of strange, perhaps high, but always honest, imaginings, a dream CT. His age seemed about 40.
 "'That's the captain, said the sec ond mate.
 1T lifted my cap and walked up to him. In few words I told him my business, adding that l held not only chief mates, but 8 masters, certificate of competency. He eyed me critically, but with kindness, and nodded, with something of gravity, on my mention ing the name of the port captain. After we had exchanged a few sentences he took me into the cabin, bright, breezy little interior, aromatic with a quan- tity of plants, which had evidently been recently brought aboard, and cheerful with mirrors and pictures, as though, in short, this gentleman was ill the habit, when he went to sea, of carrying his parlor with him, and bidding me be seated he asked a number of ques- tions, all of which I saw with much pleasure, by the expression of his face, I answered to his satisfaction.
 ''The interview ended in his offer ing me the post of mate of the schooner on lump wage for the run to Sydney, and early next morning l went aboard with my chest and took up quarters in the cabin.
 ''It breezed up ahead after we had been at sea few days. The Cambrian looked well to windward, but she was still points off her course. Then again the great Agulhas stream set us to lee ward, and our progress was slow. On he 22d day of the month, we then be- lng four days out from Table bay, the weather blackened on a sudden in an afternoon in the north, the lightning streamed like cataracts of violet flame on those sooty sierras of storm, the thunder rolled continuously, but it was not till the edge of the electric stuff, black as midnight, was over our mast heads, with sea and sky dim and fright full as though beheld ill the deep shadow of total eclipse of the sun, that the hurricane took us.
 ''The schooner lay over till her star board shear poles were under, and then it was deep enough to drown man ill 1 the lee scuppers.
 'It was doubtful for some time 1 whether sho would right, and I was | clawing my way forward with some dim hope of getting at the carpenters chest for an ax for the weather lanyards when the noble little craft suddenly rose buoy ant, with the long savage yell of the gale ill her rigging as she thrashed her lofty spars to windward.
 SI fair Ivy weather of it, but for three days we lay under bare poles, sagging helplessly to leeward in the trough of that mighty ocean. The weather then moderated. Within six hours of the breaking of the gale it was blowing a gentle wind out of the northeast. The sun shone bright ly, and the schooner Tapped leisurely along her course under all plain sail and over large but fast subsiding swell
 During the time of violent weather Captain Huddersfeld had seemed much depressed in spirits. had attributed his dejection to the peril of those hours. ern surge. Moreover, his risk ill the yes sel might be large, for all we knew. I could not guess how gravely misjudged one of the manifest intelligences that ever informed a sailor.
 'We were seated alone at dinner on the first day of fine weather. He said after regarding me steadfastly for some moments:
 Do you attach any meaning to dreams?'
 I do not, I answered. TQ1,t xxyIo ha No, said l, not though they should recur for month of Sundays
 He was silent for while and then said, speaking in a very serious voice:
 |" For three nights running the same odd vision has troubled me. I have thrice dreamed that was becalmed in an icy atmosphere of antarctic dark ness. The stars rode brilliantly, but they made no light. Regularly through this black atmosphere there sounded, in a note of signing, human with articula tion and yet resembling the noise made by the whale when it spouts it's foun- tain, these mysterious words: '"Try for her in 50! Try for her ill 5Or' Over and over again it so ran, ''Try for her ill 50!' Now, to have dreamed this once would be nothing; twice makes it re- markable; the third time of the same vision must affect even the most wood- en of minds with a spirit as of convic- tion. I don't believe ill dreams any more than you do, yet there ought to be some sort of meaning in the repeti- tion of one, in such haunting cry re- peated on several occasions of slumber as, "Try for her in 5On''
 "A few days after we had had that talk have just repeated, almost imme- diately on making eight bells by our sextant, man on the forecastle hail. ing the quarter deck bawled out that there was 8 small black object on the lee bow.
 ''I took the glass from the captain and made out boat with a mast, but no sail. The figure of man stood erect, and one arm hooked the mast. We shifted our helm and presently had the boat alongside.
 1.-Two men were in her. One lay mo- tionless under the thwarts The other, though erect OH his feet, had barely strength to catch the ropes end that was flung. The boat was of the ordinary pattern of a ships quarter boat. While we leaned over the side looking down into her, the captain said:
 What is the name written ill the stern sheets there?'
 My sight was good I answered, Prairie Chief!'
 He started and turned pale, with a look of astOnishment and horror, but