Year: 1864

Large masses OF ice flashing gloriousSv in
the early rays of the sun and moulded
into thousand different shapes, surround
ed our little craft on every hand, floating
by with majestic slowness, and now and
then crashing against each other with a
force that caused some Of them to be rent
asunder. Strange, beautiful monuments
are these fashioned by the hand of nature
monuments 6f the frozen mariners that
sleep below.


There it goes again, said old Bill But
Ter in a whisper.


'Whatr asked the mate.


That barking noise, replied Bill I've
been hearin' it ever since We left the ship,
SIR


The mate leaned upon his steering oar
and listened.


1T is a seal, he said.


Beg your pardon. sir, replied Bill
but never heard a seal bark like that.


Good heavensn exclaimed a Portu-
guese, so loud that the mate was obliged
to rap him on the head with his knuckles;
good heavens = he added, ina lower tone,
me think that one dog


Good heavens, Mkeel, me think same,
remarked another Portuguese-a little fat
fellow by the name Of Pat Plunket.


'Pokee (suppose iD doge, miki!' (good)
said Kanaka.


1t does sound nightly like dog said
the mate, as the barking became more
distinct. Perhaps it is Busco on the ice
cake


Turning the boat round with his steer
ing oar, until her bows pointed in the di.
rection of the noise, the mate now ordered
US to paddle ahead. We obeyed, and the
boat shot forward with an easy speed. -
The barking sounded nearer every mo-
ment, until at last we were quite convinc.
ed BY its pecu'arity that i, emanated from
no other throat than that Of Blusco.
| But where was he?


/ This was the question that now rose to
our lips. We could hear him plainly, but
could see nothing Of him. BY the sound
Of his bark we should have judged that
he stood on the summit Of an iceberg we
were then approaching, and was but few
fathoms distant. Yet, notwithstanding
this, no Blusco was there visible What
could it all mean Had some mermaid
charmed the dog into invisiblity?


We continued to approach. The bark
ing became much louder, and was now
full Of frantic joy. The iceberg-a rather
large -trembled as though under the
influence of an erieptic tit. Still there
was no BluSco in sight.


Our boat struck against the iceberg. A
pair of bright eyes cleaned at US through
chink in the crystal wal--they were the
eyes of BluSco The mystery was ex-
planned. This monument of ice was hol-
low, forming rude little chamber, into
which the dog was snugly ensconced.
God Of heaven be praised just look
there! exclaimed the mate, turning to
Bill, and motionng him TO look through
the crevice, from which he had just drawn
his own eyes.


Bi did as requested, and bchcld sight
which filled him with as much JOY as it
did with amaZement. Reclining in one
corner Of this ice bound apartment
loug golden hair falling about her pale
face, anl the si'krn lasheS yelling her
beautiful eyes, he saw the unmistakable
figure o! little Lillian.


With few blows of our hatchet we
soon succeeded in ciFccting an opening in
the ice wall. The little cir! aud BluSco
were taken ont and placed in the boat
We laid back upon our oars with all the
strength We possessed, while the mate,
drawing brandy flask from his pocket,
poured few drops Of the liquor down
Liliaa'S throat. By the faint pulsationS
Of her heart he knew that the currents of
life were not yeG frozen-that she had only
sunk into the cold stupid kind of doze
. from which there is no awakening.


The Ship was reached at last The
mate assembled to the deck. and took the
iaSensible burden that Bill passed up to
him.


Captain :! he exclaimed. as he descend
ed the companion way, i have brought
you no whale but something that think
will be still more acceptable


The captain and his wife both caught
sight Of their child at once and at the
same moment


Ny child! my Lillian! screamed the
mother, rushing forward to clasp her in
her arms. Then noticing her pale face
and dropping head, she sank into seat,
overcome by her feelings. and stretched
forth her arms, family murmuring:


Dead, dead, she is dead Give me my
poor little dead girl


Mono, she is not dead, replied the
mate. If the proper measures can be
taken she can be restored in few mo-
mentS'


So saying, he laid her upon the bed
and assisted the anxious father in his ef
forts to restore the circulation of the cold
blood


In few moments they had the satisfac-
tion Of seeing Lillian open her blue eyes,
and of hearing her murmur the word
mother The next instant she was press
ed to the latter's bosom, and covered with
tears and kisses. This probably helped
nearly as much as the other operations
had done to restore the circulation tint
upon her cheeks and lip.


The excitement having in some degree
subSided, explanation followed.


Lillian stated that her mother lad left
her to go on deck, she thought she would
just go up, TO get little peep over the rail
at the icebergs. This idea had no sooner
entered her head than she carried it into
execution. In leaning too far over the
rail, however, the ship happened to give
lurch at the same time--She lost her bal
ance and was prccipitatcd into the waters.
On rising to the surface she felt herself
seized by the neck of the dress, and the
next moment was dragged safely to large
cake of ice. Then she perceived that her
deliverer was noble Blusco. She felt ter.
ribly frightened, and clung tight to the
dog. She remembered they were half
shut in by three walls of ice. which partly
prevented the waves from dashing in upon
them. Suddenly the cake upon which
they we're standing came in contact with