10 Endlini abafundi bakhe basebebuya bembuza ngalokhu. 11 Wasesithi kubo: Loba ngubani owala umkakhe athathe omunye, uyafeba kuye; 12 lomfazi uba esala indoda yakhe endele kwenye, uyafeba e . We one day descried some shapeless object drifting at a distance. At sea everything that breaks the monotony of the surrounding expanse attracts attention. It proved to be the mast of a ship that must have been completely wrecked; for there were the remains of handkerchiefs, by which some of the crew had fastened themselves to this spar to prevent their being washed off by the waves. There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained. The wreck had evidently drifted about for many months; clusters of shellfish had fastened about it, and long sea-weeds flaunted at its sides. But where, thought I, is the crew? Their struggle has long been overthey have gone down amidst the roar of the tempesttheir bones lie whitening among the caverns of the deep. Silence, oblivion, like the waves, have closed over them, and no one can tell the story of their end. What sighs have been wafted after that ship! what prayers offered up at the deserted fireside of home! How often has the mistress, the wife, the mother, pored over the daily news to catch some casual intelligence of this rover of the deep! How has expectation darkened into anxietyanxiety into dreadand dread into despair! Alas! not one memento may ever return for love to cherish. All that may ever be known is that she sailed from her port and was never heard of more. 4