Hutchinson gazette., 1901-10-03
CHAPTER XXI.
A Rough Voyage,

the rope nhu Droken'
I'VE are afloatl We are aaoat!"
"And rushing IT, said Medworth'
"Are you all right, JackY" For 30 large
was the boat, and 80 dark the night,
that Arthur did not doubt that his
friend was somewhere on board. But
Us no answer came to him out OF the
darkness his heart stood still with
. horror,
Jack" he shouted, "are you on the
boat?"
Loud as he shouted no answer came
to his strainlng ears but the mocking
howl OF the storm.
Tempest Is LOST" he exclaimed,
"My heavens! What shall we do
what can we do, senor?" tearfully
asked Dona Maria, ut Is enough to
drive ones senses from one, Is II not
terrific! Nothing can save us In this
awful storm"
And in truth there was foundation
enough for her terror.
In the blackness of the night and in
the rush and swirl Of the water the
great clumsy natboat turned and
twisted groaned and creaked, now
lunglng forward as If going over a ca
taract, now swinging viciously against
a bit Of high bank or tree standing
deep In the water, but always bounding
off again to continue Its fearful way
At times II would not progress, but
would whirl round and round in the
grasp Of a furious eddy; then, like a
wild beast released from its cage, 1t
would plunge on. II was never two
minutes the same, never for moment
under the control of rught save that
overwhelming mass Of water and the
Omnipotent hand that controls even
the torrents and the floods.
At the tremendous rate at which
they we're being carried along they
swept past mile after mile Of flooded
Ilanos, and their troubled minds did
not know or could not guess were they
were.
But the stanch old boat did not fail
them. II seemed every minute as IL 1t
must 80 to pieces.
When the long, dreadful hours Of the
night had passed, and the scarcely less
dark morning had come, the valley OF
the Orinoco was undergoing the fourth
day of that terrible storm So hard
was the downpour that 1t was impossi-
BILE for them to see or even to hazard
a guess where they were.
But the torrent knew its business,
and carried them on and on out
through the broadening mouth of the
Coroni unto the turbulent bosom of the
great 0rinoco itself Here the boat
was beset by stronger and more venge-
ful waves, and was tossed and tumbed
as If 1t had been a plaything, and the
three passengers, now weary and dis
heartened, thought that every moment
would be the last.
Hour after hour these unfortunates
endured this horror, hoping almost
against hope, and so great was their
misery that though they still hoped,
they almost prayed for death rather
than continuance Of 1t.
Hunger now added itself to their dis
comforts, and truly 1t seemed as IL
ieath could be but a sweet relief.
All around them now there was
nothing but boiling, raging water,
Far, far out on the 0rinoco the tu-
multuous current had carried them and
they were two miles out from either
bank, And as they journeyed swiftly
lown with the turbulent waters to-
ward the waiting and devourlng At
lantic, the wind that was coming from
the south kept sending them nearer
and nearer the north slore, so that for
avery mile they came nearer to the del
ia they drew at least one-twentieth of
a mile toward the northern forest-cov-
cred shore.
Had 1t not been for this friendly
wind, they must assuredly have been
swept OUT 10 sea,
But the hand of God was clearly in
the storm, and the fate that awaited
them was not the lingering death from
starvation in the solltudes Of the
mighty ocean.
When the night Of the fourth day OF
the storm had come, they had travelled
not only two hundred miles down the
0rinoco, but they had crossed the great
river from south to north, and 1t was
Jacintas quick eyes that saw looming
up In the gathering blackness of night
the shadow of mountain.
Look" she cried. "The Island of
the Clouds! We are saved!"
Saved" echoed Medworth. by
an island? hope so, but doubt It.
We may touch the land, but In this
torrent the boat can never pause long
enough for us to leave it,"
"Do you know where you are?"
screamed Jacinta. I'VE have left the
Coroni hundreds of miles behind. This
Is the Island Of the Clouds. know it
well, for no other land in the whole
valley is SO high. And we cannot fail
to stop, for at its base is the great
Devils Whirlpool, that catches every
thing that floats within Its grasp and
hurls 1t upon the side Of the mountain.