Marshall County independent. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1897-1902, 1899-06-09
DICK RODNEY;
Or. The Adventures of
An Eton Boy"
by JAMES GRANT.

by JAMES GRANT.

CHAPTER XXV.-(Continued
AIS over now" said Tom Lam
bourne, as he grasped the tiller with
a firm hand, after carefully wrapping a
blanket round poor Hislop, who droop-
ed beside him in the stern-sheets.
Which way shall we pull?" asked
the bowman. as we paused with our
oars in the rowlocks.
1T matters little, mates" cried Tom,
in a loud voice, with his left hand ct
the side of his mouth, to send WAT
he said forward above the roar of the
wind and sea. I'VE must be many
hundred miles from Brazil, the nearest
land, and we can do nothing now but
keep our boat alive by baling and
steering till daybrea4. Now, Master
Hislop." he added, lowering his voice,
how do you feel SIR"
Il feel that l am quite in your way.
my lads-a useless hand aboard, to
consume your food and water, re-
piled Hislop, family.
why, sir" said Probart, the stroke
have left you to burn in that poor old
brig?"
NO, not exactly; still l am of no
use to you, and | feel"
What, sir, what?" asked Tom, anX-
iously.
Heart sick and despairing," moan
ed Hislop, letting his chin drop on
his breast.
Don't talk so, sir" said Lambourne,
stoutly; despair never found a place
in the heart of a British sailor"
You are right, Tom; and perhaps
I'll gather Roadway and get to wind
ward yet
"Of course you WILL replied Tom,
cheerfully; but here's sea coming
together, lads, pull together"
Despair might we'll have found
place in all our breasts at that awful
crisis; but Toms bluff and cheerful
way prevented our hearts from sink
ing, though the hours of that awful
night seemed dark and long.
Well, without compass, chart, or
quadrant, there we We're. ten in num-
Der, in an open boat, tossing upon a
dark and stormy sea, enveloped in
clouds, with the red lightning gleam-
ing through their ragged openings. or
at the far and fat horizon ignorant
CT where we were, where TO steer for,
or what to do, and full of terrible
anticipations for the future.
We were silent and sleepless.
My heart was full of horror, grief
and vague alarm, when | thought of
my home-the quiet, the happy and
peaceful old rectory, with all who loved
me there, and whom | might never See
again.
The hot tears that started to my
eyes mingled with the cold spray that
drenched my cheeks, and there seem
ed but one consolation for me, that my
father, my affectiOnate mother and sis
tiers. dear Dot and little Sybil, could
never know how l persisted by hunger
or drowning, if such were to be my
fate
All the stories l had heard or read
Of ship-wrecked men-their sufferings,
their endurance of gnawing hunger
and burning thirst, their cannibalism,
their mortal struggles with their dear
est friends for the last morsel of food,
for the last drop Of water, and how
the weak persisted that the strong
might live-crowded upon my mem
DRY to augment the real terrors of our
situation
So suddenly had this final catas-
trophe come upon us that we had con-
siderable difficulty in assuring our
selves Of its reality, and that it was
not a dream-a dream, alas, from
which there might be 10 awakening.
SO hour after hour passed darkly,
slowly, and silently on.
The turbulence of the wind and
waves abated, the lightning passed
away, the seud ceased to whirl, the
vapors We're divided in heaven, and a
faint light that stole TREMENDOUSLY up
ward from the horizon served to indi-
cate the east and the dawn of the COM
ing day.