The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-05-28
THE SHIPS
ADVENTURE.

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ct her behavior could not have been
worse. Her sails a little steadied her, but
her rollings and motions and plungings
and heavings were sicltening and insuffer-
able because she was nearly full of water.
She had no buoyancy, and the seas made
a rock of her, and often sprang in green
sheets right over her--a wet and yelling
game Of leap frog.
Late in the afternoon, when it was al
most dark. one of these seas filled the ca
bOose and swept it TO leeward, where it
lay stranded The cutlery Of hurled iron
mOngery, of crashing china, of skipping
knives and forks, pots, kettles and pans,
along with the noise of a splintering ca
bose, was enough to make Hardy think
that the brig was scattering under their
feet The girl grasped his hand when that
sea came and the galley went; she
thought it was all over with them.
Hardy kept his thoughts to himself his
real anxiety was in the boat, which might
be washed overheard or dashed into
slaves and in the deck house, which was
their only shelter.
Happily the old bucket had taken up her
position on her own account, and it was
chiefly the bows and amidship which got
the drenches; it was seldom that the
deck-hOuse was struck by a sea whose
weight was a menace.
1t is miserable to be without light at
sea" said Hardy, ION a black night in
heavy weather. But there is no lamp
here and none in the berths, and If there
was where should I find oil? We must
face 1t through, Julia, and you must
sleep"
81 have had more sleep than I want"
replied Julia. Il shall not mind the dark
ness if the bell isn't struck"
1T may be struck 1y a rope, by moth
Ing else. If a ghost how could an es-
sence grasp the substance? How could
something you could walk through lift
knife or try and pull down a lamp post?"
Il shant like it if I hear it," she re-
Piled. oh how dreadful to think of him
washing ABOUT under usi You should
have seen the unearthly expression of his
face whilst he sat staring forward, wait
ing for the little drummer to appear
The great poet is true" said Hardy,
who had fingered a few volumes in his
day, albeit he was a sailor in the Mer-
chant Service of England:
" For shapes that come not at an earth
Iy call
Will not depart when mortal voices bid;
Lords OF the visionary eye whose lid,
Once raised, remains ashast and will not
fall -
Those words are true of that poor dead
man." said Julia. "Aghast! you should
have seen him when he turned up his
eyes to God and prayed"
The afternoon closed into early evening,
and it was as black as a VOLTS throat
at the hour of shutdown. Through the
windows you could see the light of .the
foam, sudden pallid glares, rushes of dim
phOsphoric CLEANS, which merely made
the darkness visible. The brig was
shrunlIen vision and the yells OF her rig
gipg might be likened to the screams of
a tipsy slut who is being thrashed by
her man in a thunderstorm.
The two sweethearts ate some biscuit
and Julia held a lighted match whilst
Hardy mixed some rum and water for
them both. They drank out of the same
glass and neither of them apologized
Then Hardy felt and wound up his watch
for he wanted time, though he couldn't
see it then except by striking a match.
They sat together and I daresay that he
put his arm round her waist and pos