Hutchinson gazette., 1899-01-12
CHAPTER III.
Useless Regrets,

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must have lain long thus. On re-
covering, | rose more stiff and more
benumbed than ever, and with feeble
steps assembled the companion ladder,
and then 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-
practlced eye. Not a vestlge Of land
was visible!
Sea and sky were around me; not q
sail was in sight, and nothing living
was near, save few petrels tripping
over the water, alongside OF the fatal
schooner,
Had slept all night, and was this
the dawn OF q new day? Had / slept
all day, and was this the approach OF
another night? devoutly hoped not,
as l 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. I 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, I 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 a
chance OF escape Of life and preserva-
ton, by swimming-by putting to the
test that skill and those powers of ac-
tivity l had acquired at Eton, in the
waters of the Thames
The sea was comparatively smooth
but still the empty schooner rolled and
lurched fearfully; the more so that the
fore and aft foresail was hanging so
loosely in the bralls.
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
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 l never
thought unless with anger, Of Jan van
Zeervogel, the poor Dutch skipper,
whose interests were so much involved
with the loss or safety of his little
schooner, with which the food tide had
made so free. l thought only Of my
own danger, and my mothers sorrow
for the mystery that would overhang
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 castaways 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 sim
gle hard and moldy biscuit, which the
rats abandoned on my approach, and
aothing drinkable save the remains Of
,he brandy in which the peaches had
Oeen preserved-and l viewed the jar
With horror, as the primary cause Of all
my sufferings and dangers--I say the
,emains, for 1t had fallen from the ta-
Die and been broken to pieces; SO moth
ing remained of Its contents, except
Ibout gill in fragment, and the
peaches which lay in the lee or lower
Iide of the cabin.
What would L not have given for a
single drop OF pure cold water, to alle-
iiate that choking thirst which is ever
he sequel to sickness, excitement and
Dorrow But there was not drop on
BOARD, as the scuttle-butt had broken
ks lashings in one Of the hirches Of the