Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-26
Blu A. CONAN DOYLE.
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Author of .'The Return of Sherlock Holmes

<, Lower them over the bows. This boat cannot live more than an hour or two Can you see anything of the
 berg?"
 The mist had thinned away suddenly,
 and the moon glimmered through once
 more upon the great lonely sea and | the stricken ship. There, like huge
 sail, was the monster piece of ice upon which they had shattered themselves.
 You must make for her." said Cap tain Ephraim. There Is no other
 chance. Lower the gal over the bows. We'll, then, her father first, If she likes
 it better. Tell them to sit still, Amos. and that the Lord will bear us up If we keep clear of foolishness. So! You're brave lass for all your him iny piminy lingo Now the keg and the barrel and all the wraps and cloaks | you can find; now the other man, the Frenchman. Aye, aye, passengers first,
 and you have got to come! Now Amos,
 now the seamen, and you last, friend TOmlinson."
 It was we'll that they had not very far to go, for the boat was weighted down almost to the edge, and 1t took the bailing of two men to keep in check the water which leaked in be- tween the shattered blanks. When all
 were safely in their places Captain Ephraim Savage swung himself aboard again, which was but too ca now that every minute brought th bows nearer to the water. He came back with a bundle of clothing. which he threw into the boat. Push offw he cried.
 "Jump in, then"
 "Ephraim Savage goes down with his ship" said he quietly. Friend Tom linson, 1t is not my way to give my orders more than once. Push off, I sayw
 The mate thrust her out with . boat hook. Amos Green and De Catinat gave a cry of dismay, but the stolid New Englanders settled down to their
 oars and pulled off.
 ''The boat lea|6 like sieve." said the mate. 'I ss5lbtake her to the berg. leave you all 9ere if we can find foot ing and go back for the captain" But they had not taken fifty strokes
 before Adele gave a sudden scream.
 My God" she cried. "The ship Is go-
 ing down!''
 She had settled lower and lower in the water, and suddenly, with sound of rending blanks, she thrust down her bows like diving waterfowl, her stern flew up into the air, and with long sucking noise she shot down swifter and swifter, until the leaping waves closed over her high poop Ian tern. With one impulse the boat swept round again and made backward as fast as willing arms could pull it. But all was quiet at the scene of the dis aster. Not even fragment of wreck age was left upon the surface to show where the Golden Rod had found her last harbor. For long quarter of an hour they pulled round and round in the moonlight, but no glimpse could they see of the Puritan seaman, and at last, when in spite of the bailers the water was washing round their ankles, they put her head about once more and made their way in silence and with heavy hearts to their dreary island of refuge.
 Desolate as it was, 1t was their only hope now, for the lead was increasing. and it was evident that the boat could not be kept afloat long.
 The cliff which faced them was pre- cipitous. and it gllmmered and spar kled all over where the silver light fell upon the thousand facets of ice. Right in the center, however. on level with the waters edge. there was what ap- peared to be huge hollowed out cave. which marked the spot where the Golden Rod had. in shattering herself, dlslodged a huge powder. and SO. amid her own ruin, prepared a refuge for those who had trusted themselves to her. This cavern was of the rich est emerald green. light and clear at the edges. but toning away into the deepest purples and blues at the back. But 1t was not the beauty of this grotto. nor was it the assurance of rescue. which brought q cry of joy and oe wonder from every lip. but 1t was {. seated upon an Ice bowlder and plaeidly smoking a long corncob pipe. there was perched in front of them no less a person than Captain Ephrslm Savage of Boston.
 Friend Tomlinson." said he. "when' I tell you to row for an iceberg I mean you to row right away there. dye see. and not 10 go philandering about over the ocean Its not your fault that I'm not froze. and so I would have been if I hadn't some dry tobacco and my finder box to keep myself warm
 Without stopping to answer his com mancer's reproaehes the mate headed for the ledge. which had been cut into c slope by the bow of the brigantine. 90 that the boat was run up easily on 10 the Ice. Captain EphraIm seized his dry clothes and vanished into the back of the cave. to return presently warmer in body and more contented in mini The Iongboat hsd been turned upside down for a seat. the grztings and thwaris taken out and covered with vrnps to make a couch - the lady. and the bead knocked out of the kez