Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1899-11-30
CHAPTER III.
Useless Regrets.

l must have lain long thus. On re-
covering, | rose more stiff and more
benumbed than ever, and with feeble
steps ascended the companion ladder,
and then a cry of despair escaped me
The sky was clear and sunny, but
whether with the light of rising or a
setting sun, l could not at first deter
mine, morning and evening on the
ocean being so much alike to an un-
practiced eye. Not a vestge Of land
was visible!
Sea and sky were around me; not o
sail was in sight and nothing living
was near, save a few petrels tripping
over the water, alongside of the fatal
schooner.
Had | slept all night, and was this
the dawn OF new day? Had | slept
all day, and was this the approach OF
another night? | deyoutly hoped NOT,
as | most dreaded night upon the
ocean; but the gradual sinking of the
sun, and the increasing redness of the
sky, ere long informed me that the
time was evening | now knew the
west, and turned my haggard eyes to
the south, for there the land and my
home lay; but still the envious wind,
though lighter now, seemed to blow
from that quarter.
OH how deeply and earnestly, by
thoughts unuttered, / prayed in my
heart that it would change and blow
toward the shore-any shore-or any
part Of the coast Of England, and
bring me so near that | might have
chance of escape OF life and preserva-
ton, by swimming-by putting to the
test that skill and those powers of ac-
tivity / had acquired at Eton, in tie
waters of the Thames.
The sea was mparatively sfnOoth
but still the empty schooner rolled and
/ urched fearfully; the more so that the
fore and aft foresail was hanging so
loosely in the brails
/ A hundred years seemed to have
elapsed since / had heard the dear
voices and seen the loved faces of those
had left at home-of my father, my
i mother, of Dot and Of Sybil; while the
events OF my early schoolboy days
seemed to have occurred but yesterday.
All time was chaos and confusion,
In my sorrow and despair | never
thought, unless with anger, of Jan van
Zeervogel. the poor Dutch skipper,
whose interests we're so much involved
with the loss or safety Of his little
schooner, with which the food tide had
made so free I thought only of my
own danger, and my mothers sorrow
for the mystery that would oyerhang
my fate.
Now hunger assailed me, creating a
new terror lest / should perish by want
Of food; and all had read or heard Of
wrecks, RATS and eastaways crowded
on my memory to aggravate the real
perils which surrounded me,
Once more | sought the cabin, and
On finding an ak broke open what ap-
peared to be a press or locker. There
in were several cups, bottles and drink.
ing glasses, placed in perforated
shelves; but nothing eatable save a sin
gle hard and moldy biscuit, which thu
rats abandoned on my approach, ant
nothing drinkable save the mains o
the brandy in which the peaches hat
been preserved and viewed the ia
with horror, as the primary cause OF al
my sufferings and dangers say tn
remains. for it had fallen from the ia
BILE and been broken to pieces; so moth
ing remained of its contents, excep
about a gill in fragment, and tn
neaches which lay In the lee or lowe
side OF the cabin.
What would not have given for
single drop of pure cold water. to ALE
yiate that choking thirst which is eve
the sequel to sickness, excitement an
sorrowl But there was not a drop G
board. as the souttle-butt had broke
tts lsshipgs in one OF the lurches of Il