The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1897-12-25

longing; but the current had soon car
ried me past the point, and us the next
reach of the sea opened out behold
sight that changed the nature Of my
thoughts.
Right in front Of me. not half mile
away, beheld the "Ilispnniola," under
sail. made sure, Of course, that
should be taken; but I was so dis
tressed for want Of water that scarce
knew whether to be glad or sorry ut the
thought, and long before I had come
to conclusion surprise had taken en-
tire possession of my mind and could
do nothing but stare and wonder.
The "Hispaniola" was under her
malnsail and two jibs, and the beautiful
white canvas shone in the sun like
snow or silver. When 1 first sighted
her nil her sails were drawing; she was
lying q course about northwest, and I
presumed the men on board were 60
dng round the island on their way buck
to the anchorage. Presently she began
to fetch more and more to the west
ward. so that thought they had sight
ed me and were going about in chase.
at last, however, she fell right into the
winds eye, was taken dead aback, and
stood there awhile helpless, with her
snils shivering.
"Clumsy fellows" said 1, "they must
still be drunk as OWLS" And thought
how Capt. Smollett would have set them
skipping.
Meanwhile the schooner gradually
fell off, and filled again upon another
tack, sailed swiftly for minute or
SO, and brought up once more dead
in the winds eye. Again and again
was this repeated. To and fro, up and
down, north, south, east and west the
"Hispaniola" sailed by swoops and
dashes, and at each repetition ended
as she had begun, with idly Tapping
canvas. 1t became plain to me that
nobody was steering. And, if so, where
were the men? Either they were dead
drunk or had deserted her, thought,
and perhaps If I could get on board
I might return the vessel to her cap
tain.
The current was bearing coracle and
schooner southwark at an equal rate.
As for the later's sailing, it was SO wild
and intermittent, and she hung each
time so long in irons, that she certain
ly gained nothing, if she did not even
lose. If only dared to sit up and pad
die I made sure that could overhaul
her. The scheme had an air of adven-
ture that inspired me, and the thought
Of the water breaker beside the fore
companion doubled my growing cour-
age.
Up I got, was welcomed almost in
stantly by another cloud of spray, but
this time stuck to my purpose, and set
myself with all my strength and eau
ton to paddle after the mustered Ellis
PAMELA" Once shipped Il sea SO heavy
that had to stop and bail, with my
heart tluttering like bird; but gradual.
~ got into the way of the thing, and
guided my coracle among the waves,
with only now and then blow upon
her bows and dash of foam in my face
I was now rapidly gaining on the
schooner; could see the brass glisten
on the tiller as it banged about, and
still no soul appeared upon her decks.
could not choose but suppose she
was deserted. If not, the men were
~
ten them down, perhaps, and DO what
chose with the ship.
For some time she had been doing the
worst thing possible for me-standing
still. She headed nearly due south,
yawing, of course, all the time. Each
time she fell off her sails partly filled,
and these brought her, in moment,
right to the wind again. have said
this was the worst thing possible for
me; for helpless as she looked in this
situation. with the canvas cracking
and banging on the deck, she still con-
tinued to run away from me, not only
with the speed of the current, but by
the whole amount Of her leeway, which
was naturally great.
But now, at last, 1 had my chance.
The breeze fell, for some seconds, very
low, and the current gradually turning
her, the "IIispaniola" rcvolved slowly
round her center, and at last presented
me her stern, with the cabin window
still gaping open, and the lamp over the
table still burning on into the day.
The mainsail hung dropped like ban.
ner. She was stoclz-still, but for the
current.
For the last little while had even
lost; but now. redoubling my efforts.
began once more to overhaul the
chase.
I was not hundred yards from her
when the wind came again In clap:
she filled on the port tack, and was oft
again, STOPPING and s!simming like
swallow.
My first impulse was one of despair,
but my second was toward joy. Round
she came, till she was broadside on to
me-round still till she had covered
half, and then two-thirds, and then
three-quarters of the distance that
separated us. I could see the waves
boiling white under her forefoot. I'm
menscly tail she lcol;c,! to me from my
low station in the coracle.
And then, Of Il sudden, I began to
comprehend. I lad scarce time to think
scarce time to act and save myself.
was on the summit Of one swell when
the schooner came STOPPING over the
next. The bowsprit was over my head.
1sprung to my feet, and lcaped. stamp
ing the coracle under water. With one
hand I caught the iii,-boom. while my
foot was lodged between the stay and
the brace; and as I still chung there
painting, a dali blow told me that the
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