III. WHEN Hervey's palanquin stopped at the bungalow, he looked in vain for the lights of that containing his bride. The plain was covered by jungle, so perhaps they were only hidden, and for some little time no feeling of apprehension entered his mind; but having waited nearly half an hour, and still no sign appearing, he grew anxious, and, ordering his men to accompany him, went back. Presently a native came up, his turban off, his clothes torn and stained with blood; falling upon his knees, he howled out a horrible story how they had been set upon by robbers, who had slain the good bearer while attempting to defend the lady, and how, after much fighting and rivers of blood, he (the wretched speaker) only escaped to tell the tale. came to him. A lady rode past, and as she passed she turned. Her full face was towards him for a moment; then a mist came before his eyes, a cold tremor paralyzed his limbs. It was his lost wife. He knew her at once. Death made no obstacle, years no difference, mystery none! His very being recognized her, and nature itself stood amazed. For a time all power of thought seemed lost. He held on to the rail with a blind sort of instinct, and kept his face turned the way she had gone with a vague thought that she would return. And thus he stood, until a hand touched his shoulder, and a man who had been standing by him, said, — "You are ill, sir. Let me get you a cab." Hervey started, and made a faint effort to bring his mind back to its usual power. Half-maddened with horror, Hervey dashed back. "Thank you," he stammered, "I am not, - yes, I The palanquin lay at the roadside, completely sacked believe I am ill. If you will be so kind," he began the very lining ripped up in search of hidden fumbling in his pocket for a card. "I have had a treasure, and with the marks of bloody fingers every-strange adventure. The dead has come to life. I where. but I am wandering. Don't mind me. Without any remark, the man who had offered his assistance took Hervey's arm, and leading him to the nearest gate, hailed a cab. There was nothing to be done but to hasten back to cantonments with the tale, the horror and mystery of which paralyzed the little place. The country was diligently searched; several natives were taken up on suspicion, but nothing transpired: no traces of the bodies of either the head bearer or Beatrice could be discovered, and a shocking whisper got abroad that they must have been eaten by tigers, the jungle being just then full of these animals. As long as even the vainest hope remained of any clew being discovered to elucidate the mystery, or bring the perpetrators to justice, Major Hervey seemed nerved for any amount of suffering or work; but when several months had gone by, when the country had been throughly searched, and the enormous rewards offered for tidings of the crime remained unclaimed, hope deserted him. He had a long interview with Beatrice's father, and then left India forever, taking home with him his boy. When Hervey was gone, the sad story gradually ceased to be spoken of, save now and then as one of those tragedies that cast a blight upon the face of society, and attach a horrible interest to some locality or family. Hervey did not stay in England. There was no rest for one such as he, and for nearly ten years he wandered the face of the earth,-lion-shooting in Africa, seal-spearing among the Esquimaux, and buffalo-hunting on the wide prairies of America; and then, when ten years had risen up between him and his lost love, he came back to civilization a wiser and far more earnest, if not a better, man. It was summer time when he reached London. The season was at its height, and, to a man long used to roughing it with half-clothed savages, the world of London had an almost magical effect. He went down to Eton and saw his boy; then came back to town and took lodgings for a month, not to look up any of his old friends, but to look on at the whirl and pageantry of life. Ten years make a wonderful change in the face of society, and thin the ranks of old friends. Faces we have loved are missing; faces we knew so well are changed; age has stamped some, care others, and sin or sorrow has beaten out the fair bright hopes and beauty from many a one we last saw standing eager upon the threshold of life. Some few faces Hervey recognized as he took his favorite stand by the rails along the "Row," and it was while leaning over these one day that his fate - 66 99 My card," said Hervey, getting hold of his pocket-book, but unable to open it, with fingers trembling as his were. The stranger (or Samaritan, for he was one, surely) opened it, and taking a card, gave it to the cabman. "I'll go with you," he said, jumping in after Hervey, "I owe you as much"; and then was silent. Hervey, sitting bolt upright, with a white set face, and with every nerve trembling. "I will come to-morrow and see how you are," said his companion, as they stopped at the door of the lodging. "Here is my card.' On the card Hervey read, with a vague notion of having seen the name somewhere before, "Colonel Richard Carter." Next day Colonel Carter kept his promise and called. Hervey was better. He had reasoned, and almost induced himself to believe that the supposed recognition of the preceding day was the effect of one of those marvellous likenesses one sometimes sees, combined with a nervous and diseased imagination. My "I have long wished to see you, Major Hervey," were the first words Colonel Carter said, "and for a purpose; you will hardly thank me: for I have a story to tell you, my own story. You must not think me mad before you hear what I have to say. Providence threw me in your way yesterday, and neither you nor I can avoid such a power. story is this:-Years ago, when I was quartered in York, I managed to make the acquaintance of a girl who was at a boarding-school there. We were very much in love with each other, and kept up a correspondence. At Christmas she went to spend the holidays with some friends. I followed her down, and met her in the hunting-field. We arranged everything there, and as soon as she got back to school she eloped with me." Hervey had started forward as he spoke of the hunting-field and Yorkshire; and then, dropping his face upon his clasped arms, he leaned upon the table, making no further sign while the strange story was being told. "We were married at a village church, and went to London; the mistress of the boarding-school traced us, and insisted upon Beatrice going back with her, offering anything if we would consent to the separation only for a time, in order that she might not be blamed by my wife's father, or bring such scandal and ruin on her school. I was a selfish, conceited fool; I had spent all the money I could get on the trip to London, and began to think I had made a mess of it. The woman had great powers of persuasion, and her own interest was at work: she told me privately the marriage was not legal; I believed her, and suffered her to take Beatrice away, knowing that she meant to tell her the same story. "I rejoined my regiment, and told myself that I was a lucky fellow to escape from such a mess so easily, and that Beatrice would forget all about me, or only think me too great a blackguard to care for. I went to India, and was at M- when Meynell's daughter came out; strange as you may think it, the coincidence of name had never struck me, and it was only on seeing her ride past the mess-room one morning, that I knew who she was. "I was still a coward, and while debating what to do, a lucky attack of fever decided my course. I started for England without seeing her again, or being seen by her, and as she did not know me by my real name, there was no danger of her recognizing me in any way but by sight. I got down to Calcutta, but all the way down my conscience was at work; what with that and the journey, I was down in fever again directly I arrived. So the steamer had to sail without me, and I lay there tossing and raving for a fortnight; all the powers of evil fighting against the wild longing that had come over me to go back to Beatrice, and behave like an honest man, for I knew by this time that our marriage was legal enough in the sight of the Almighty. The first thing I heard when I got on my legs was that you were to marry her; and then, driven to my wits' ends to save her and myself, I wrote, claiming her as my wife, bidding her come down to me, and risk anything rather than marry you. That letter reached her the day of her marriage; she read it in the palanquin, and taking the head bearer into her confidence, threw herself on his mercy to save her. They have lively imaginations, these fellows, and, touched by her bribes, he planned the story of the robbers, the fight, and the carrying away of the bodies, and while the country round was being searched, brought her down to Calcutta disgused as a native woman. "And I saw her yesterday in the Park," groaned Hervey, without lifting his head. Yes, I was standing by at the time. I have wished year after year to meet you; many a time I've determined to write to you, but then I did not know whether the thought that she was really dead might not be a happier one than the reality. Beatrice thought so. I will not press you now, Major Hervey, but, if you wish it, I cannot tell you how glad I shall be to see you again, or give you any explanation you wish; but when you think of all this misery we've brought upon you, will you try and remember one thing, that, blackguard as I was when I married her,- -as I was when I fled from her and denied her, - as I was when I let her bear her secret alone, I was not bad enough to let her become your wife; and I tell you before God, that since the day she came down to me at Calcutta, I have been an altered man; that, saving the one great sorrow of the misery she had worked for you (her father died long ago), we have been happy." Hervey lifted up his face. "See you, Hervey! God bless you for a good fellow. See you? Yes, any day, if you'll see her." Hervey nodded and held out his hand, and taking the hint, Colonel Carter grasped it hard in his, and left him. A month or two afterwards a group of men were standing in the window of the "Rag." "There goes Hervey, as irresistible as ever," said one. "If I was Carter, I'd look sharper after such a pretty wife." I "No you would n't," said Major Topham. "You don't know the story; it is a regular romance. wish some literary fellow would make it into a book. It only came out this summer, and made us all stare, I can tell you, for we thought she was dead, murdered by robbers and eaten up by tigers. Yes, don't laugh; come along to the smoking-room, and I'll tell you the story." As he told me the story, so I now tell it to my readers. THOREAU. Ir is now nearly four years since the inhabitants of the little town of Concord, Massachusetts, were gathered round the grave of one who, though a hermit, was dear to all of them, and who, as a naturalist and scholar, had received the homage of those literary men who have given to that town the celebrity of an American Weimar. Ralph Waldo Emerson was the chief speaker on this sad occasion, and at the conclusion of a touching tribute to his friend, | he said: "There is a flower known to botanists, one of the same genus with our summer plant called Life Everlasting,' a Gnaphalium like that which grows on the most inaccessible cliffs of the Tyrolese mountains, where the chamois dare hardly venture, and which the hunter, tempted by its beauty and by his love (for it is immensely valued by the Swiss maidens), climbs the cliffs to gather, and is sometimes found dead at the foot, with the flower in his hand. It is called by the botanists Gnaphalium leontopodium, but by the Swiss Edelweisse, which signifies Noble Purity. Thoreau seemed to me living in the hope to gather this plant, which belonged to him of right. The scale on which his studies proceeded was so large as to require longevity, and we were the less prepared for his sudden disappearance. The country knows not yet, or in the least part, how great a son it has lost. It seems an injury that he should leave in the midst his broken task, which none else can finish, — a kind of indignity to so noble a soul, that it should depart out of nature before yet he has been really shown to his peers for what he is. But he at least is content. His soul was made for the noblest society; he had in a short life exhausted the capabilities of this world; wherever there is knowledge, wherever there is virtue, wherever there is beauty, he will find a home.". Henry David Thoreau was born in Concord in 1817, and there lived and died. He was the last son of a French ancestor, a lead-pencil maker, who went to Massachusetts from the Isle of Guernsey. He was graduated at Harvard University in 1837, though without scholastic distinction, and afterwards taught a private school for a short time. He then applied himself to his father's craft, and obtained certificates of having made a pencil better than any in use; but on being congratulated that the way to In an instant Colonel Carter's hand was on the fortune was thus opened, he declared that he should other's shoulder. never make another pencil, since he did not wish to "Will she see me, do you think? Saturday do again what he had done once. He disappointed | New Views" went into the Brook Farm communihis family and friends by steadily declining to enter ty, even Channing and Hawthorne, who were upon any of the accustomed paths to profit or fame not distinctively Transcendentalists,-Emerson rewith other educated young men; but was not self-mained at home to evolve Arcadias of pure thought, indulgent nor idle, was skilful with his hands, and and Thoreau to reproduce Utopias of individual life. was already industrious about something, none knew In 1845 he built himself a house, with his own hands, what, in the woods around Concord. He could on the shores of a beautiful water near Concord, make a boat or a fence, or plant a garden, and called " Walden." This lakelet, which is but a short when he needed money obtained it by doing some distance from Emerson's home, and has been long such piece of work. the haunt of poets and students, is a perennial clear spring, set in a frame of thick pine and oak wood, is half a mile long and a mile and three quarters in circumference. The pond has no visible inlet or outlet, and its water is of such extraordinary transparency that the bottom may be seen at a depth of twenty-five or thirty feet, with the fishes large and small swimming below. It is plain, however, that he had no "talent for wealth," and it was an early perception with him that a man's real life was generally sacrificed to obtaining the means of living; he was resolved to make his wealth consist in his having few wants. His natural skill in mensuration, however, and his intimate knowledge of the neighborhood, rendered his services as a surveyor valuable to the farmers, of whom, for the most part, the town consists; and, leading him often to the fields and woods, this furnished to him an occupation so agreeable to his tastes, that he drifted into it as a profession. "If I had," he said, "the wealth of Croesus bestowed on me, my aims must still be the same, and my means essentially the same." He declined dinner-parties, because he could not meet individuals at them to any purpose: they make their pride," he said, "in making their dinners cost much; I make my pride in making my dinner cost little." When asked at the table what dish he preferred, he answered, “The nearest." Those who met him felt at once that there was no affectation in all this, but that this youth had set for himself a real devotion to the current of his own nature. He was never sad, morose, or misanthropic, but had humor and enthusiasm. "He chose," says Emerson," wisely, no doubt, for himself, to be the bachelor of thought and nature."... On one occasion Thoreau lost his axe through the ice on it, and looking down saw it and obtained it again from a depth of twenty-five feet, with a slipnoose at the end of a long birch. The water is remarkable too for its beautiful shifting tints, being at times almost of the dove's-neck lustre. It is fringed with flowers in their season, and always encinctured with evergreen: many fishes-silver, steel-colored, and golden- and ducks, geese, peetweets, with other wild birds, may be found there. One who has seen the spot can scarcely wonder that to such a child of the elements as Thoreau there was in the pure depths of Walden the eye and voice of the Erl-King's daughter. For though, as I have said, the movements of opinion and reform going on around him were reflected in Thoreau's thought and life, it was only as the bird or cloud flitting over the lake would seem to pass through its depths; it has winged and fair things of its own beneath them. .... To show that educated man could build his house Although Thoreau lived personally apart from the and live happily in Nature without impawning the world, it is interesting to observe how, in his action hours of his life or coining his heart and soul into and his writings, the society around him is reflected, money, were incidental motives and appropriate to though somewhat inverted. . . . . New England was the times: below these are the deeps of individualburgeoning forth, under the tropical breath of Tran-ity, with their strange, ineffable dreams and aspirascendentalism, with strange and rare growths of new tions. "I long ago," he says in the opening chapter thoughts and essays at thought, much to the dismay of Walden, "lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtleof the Puritan Apostolic succession. The capital of dove, and am still on their trail. Many are the that strange realm was at Concord, where Emerson, travellers I have spoken concerning them, describthe mildest promoter of a reign of terror imaginable, ing their tracks and what calls they answered to. I and Margaret Fuller, and Hawthorne, and Elizabeth have met one or two who had heard the hound, and Peabody, and others, dwelt and worked as monarch the tramp of the horse, and even seen the dove disand ministry of a new spiritual kingdom. It soon appear behind a cloud, and they seemed as anxious became plain that what these were endeavoring to to recover them as if they had lost themselves.". put into literature, Thoreau was aiming to put into On a summer morning, about fourteen years ago, individual life; not consciously, perhaps, but because I went with Mr. Emerson, and was introduced to he must be the product of the intellectual as well as Thoreau. I was then connected with Divinity Colthe physical elements surrounding him there at his lege at Cambridge, and my new acquaintance was first or his second birth. When the Dial-the quar- interested to know what we were studying there at terly magazine which represented the new move- the time. "Well, the Scriptures." "But which?" ment-began its career in 1841 he was one of its he asked, not without a certain quiet humor playing contributors, and there were printed in it several of about his serious blue eye. It was evident that, as the papers which are now collected in the volume Morgana in the story marked all the doors so that called Excursions. These papers related to the nat- the one ceased to be a sign, he had marked Persian ural history around Concord, and are in form much and Hindu and other ethnical Scriptures with the like the earlier work from which I have given speci- reverential sign usually found on the Hebrew writmens. One piece published in the Dial in 1843, "Aings alone. He had the best library of Oriental Winter Walk," was then and is now much admired for its delicate perception of the subtle beauties and truths of nature. books in the country, and subsequently Mr. Cholmondeley, an English gentleman to whom he was much attached, sent him from England more than a But the Transcendental agitation was not more re-score of important works of this character. His flected in the secluded, wayward stream of Thoreau's life than the Socialistic movement which followed it, and was, doubtless, its first offspring. When nearly every leading spirit of what were called "the books show how closely and reverently he had studied them, and indeed are worthy of attention from lovers of Eastern Scriptures apart from their other values. .... A day or two later, however, I enjoyed my first | inexhaustible. He would tell stories of the Indians walk with Thoreau, which was succeeded by many who once dwelt thereabout until the children almost others. We started westward from the village, in looked to see a red man skulking with his arrow on which direction his favorite walks lay, for I then shore; and every plant or flower on the bank or in found out the way he had of connecting casual with the water, and every fish, turtle, frog, lizard, about us universal things. He desired to order his morning was transformed by the wand of his knowledge, from walk after the movement of the planet. The sun the low form into which the spell of our ignorance is the grand western pioneer'; he sets his gardens of had reduced it, into a mystic beauty. One of his Hesperides on the horizon every evening to lure the surprises was to thrust his hand softly into the water, race; the race moves westward, as animals migrate, and as softly raise up before our astonished eyes a by instinct; therefore we are safe in going by large bright fish, which lay as contentedly in his Goose Pond to Baker's farm. Of every square acre hand as if they were old acquaintances! If the fish of ground, he contended, the western side was the had also dropped a penny from its mouth, it could wildest, and therefore the fittest for the seeker to not have been a more miraculous proceeding to us. explore. Ex oriente lux ex occidente frux. I now The entire crew bared their arms and tried to get had leisure to observe carefully this man. He was hold of a fish, but only the captain succeeded... short of stature, well built, and such a man as I have fancied Julius Cæsar to have been. Every movement was full of courage and repose; the tones of his voice were those of Truth herself; and there was in his eye the pure bright blue of the New England sky, as there was sunshine in his flaxen hair. He had a particularly strong aquiline-Roman nose, which somehow reminded me of the prow of a ship. There was in his face and expression, with all its sincerity, a kind of intellectual furtiveness: no wild thing could escape him more than it could be harmed by him. The gray huntsman's suit which he wore enhanced this expression : "He took the color of his vest From rabbit's coat and grouse's breast; The cruellest weapons of attack, however, which this huntsman took with him were a spyglass for birds, a microscope for the game that would hide in smallness, and an old book in which to press plants. His powers of conversation were extraordinary. I remember being surprised and delighted at every step with revelations of laws and significant attributes in common things, as a relation between different kinds of grass and the geological characters beneath them, the variety and grouping of pineneedles and the effect of these differences on the sounds they yield when struck by the wind, and the shades, so to speak, of taste represented by grasses and common herbs when applied to the tongue. The acuteness of his senses was marvellous: no hound could scent better, and he could hear the most faint and distant sounds without even laying his ear to the ground like an Indian. As we penetrated farther and farther into the woods, he seemed to gain a certain transformation, and his face shone with a light that I had not seen in the village. He had a calendar of the plants and flowers of the neighborhood, and would sometimes go around a quarter of a mile to visit some floral friend, whom he had not seen for a year, who would appear for that day only. We were too early for the hibiscus, a rare flower in New England, which I desired to see. He pointed out the spot by the river-side where alone it could be found, and said it would open about the following Monday, and not stay long. I went on Tuesday evening and found myself a day too late, the petals were scattered on the ground..... Though shy of general society, Thoreau was a hero among children, and the captain of their excursions. Sometimes I have gone with Thoreau and his young comrades for an expedition on the river, to gather, it may be, water-lilies. Upon such excursions his resources for our entertainment were | I do not doubt but that it was this and other intimacies of Thoreau with various animals that suggested to his friend and neighbor Mr. Hawthorne the character of Donatello in the tale of Transformation. And I have fancied that Emerson - who has applied to him what Fuller said of Butler the apiologist, that "either he had told the bees things or the bees had told him"- had Thoreau in his mind when he wrote in his Woodnotes: - "It seemed as if the breezes brought him; Seldom seen by wishful eyes, But all her shows did Nature yield, And the shy hawk did wait for him; And guessed within the thicket's gloom, And at his bidding seemed to come." But it seems that the elves of wood and water were alluring him from the earth. The seeds of consumption were prematurely developed, perhaps by his life of exposure; but the distress and appeals of friends and relatives could not, to the last, overcome the fascinations of Nature, and persuade him to remain within doors. He was sent at length to the more gentle climate of the Mississippi; but it was of no avail, and he soon returned home to die. In his last letter (March 21, 1862), written by his sister to a young poet whom he had never met, he said: "I am encouraged to know that, so far as you are concerned, I have not written my books in vain... I suppose that I have not many months to live; but of course I know nothing about it. I may add, that I am enjoying existence as much as ever, and regret nothing.” gallant sail set on a jury-mast rigged forward. As I could make out all this, you may imagine I was much astonished by hearing the captain say to the first mate, "I can't see her, Mr. Gilbert; I think it must be Monsell's fancy!" over, part of our cargo was on account of the owner | She seemed to have a main-royal or a mizzen-topof the ship, which made Captain Harrison doubly anxious to make a rapid passage. I do not know whether he understood he was to receive a present in case the "Dryad" should be the first ship into London, though that is likely enough; but I do know that he had made a bet of five-and-twenty pounds with the captain of the "Planet," for I heard the bet made one day when old Sandilands was taking tiffin on board our ship. When he said this, I looked round, and was surprised to see that he had his glass directed to a point or so abaft the beam. No wonder he did n't see her, for the "Dryad” had not been idle all this time, and we were leaving the wreck well astern; the breeze, too, was freshening into a smart capful of wind. Upon hearing the skipper's remark, our first mate said, "Bring me up my night-glass, will you, Stedman?" "And get supper ready, Stedman," added the captain, in a way that sounded like, "What are you doing on deck, when you are not wanted?" Well, we parted company off Java Head, and you may depend that there was not much rest for the officers and crew of either ship from that time forward, at least, I know that there was none on board our ship. Our skipper carried on her very hard, day and night the same: indeed, he would be on deck at all hours of the night, not that he need have been afraid of either of the mates taking in canvas before they were absolutely compelled; for though they were perhaps not so much concerned Of course I took the hint, but what with going personally in the matter of a smart passage as he between the cabin and the_galley, and listening at was, yet they seemed to consider it for the credit of the foot of the companion, I heard and saw all that the ship that she should beat the "Planet," and car-passed. Mr. Gilbert took the glass, and, walking ried sail as hard as was safe, and occasionally a good right aft, looked over the taffrail a little to leeward. deal harder than was pleasant. A pretty general Presently he said, — average they made among my crockery, to be sure, "I see her quite distinctly, sir, a heavy ship, when we had some tolerably heavy weather coming from Bombay or Calcutta, most likely; rolling very round the Cape. However, we weathered it hand- deep, sprung a bad leak, I should say, sir; should n't somely, for a stun'sail boom or two, and a split top-wonder if one of her masts when they went overgallant sail don't count for much when a ship is board had started a butt." bound to make a fast run, and in 27° south we were going free at a great rate with a fine fresh breeze on the quarter, and the skipper and mates were in high glee, for they made certain we were beating the "Planet"; though, not having seen that ship since leaving Java Head, it was impossible for any one to know anything for certain about the matter. However, there was no mistake about the fair wind, and the "Dryad” walked along in great style, bowling off her ten and eleven knots an hour, when one evening when we were getting somewhere to about 26° south latitude, one of our youngsters, who was up in the main-top, stowing away a stun'sail, sung out, "Sail ho!" "Where away?" called out Captain Harrison and our chief mate both together. You see they fancied that it might be the Planet," and were all alive. 66 “Right abeam of us to leeward, sir!" answered the lad. 66 "What do you make her out to be?" again sung out the captain. Here, Mr. Monsell, he continued, addressing the second mate, "take your glass into the top, and see what she is like." Up ran Monsell, and in less than a minute hailed the deck with, "She is a large dismasted ship, sir, waterlogged, I think, but you may be able to see her from the deck, right over our lee quarter." All this Mr. Gilbert said without removing the glass from his eye. "She's abandoned, I suppose, Mr. Gilbert," said the captain, in a tone which he tried to make unconcerned, and without looking in the direction of the wreck. 66 Well, no, sir, I should say not," replied the mate decidedly, as he turned round and looked at his superior with some surprise. "I should say that there were some hands on board of her, if not all the crew; they have rigged that jury-mast with that rag of sail forward, and they manage to keep her before the wind pretty well, considering." "Ah, well, well, Mr. Gilbert, she'll do all right enough; she has a fair wind for St. Helena, and she can fetch that easily, I dare say, if the worst comes to the worst; besides she is in the regular track of the homeward-bounders, and some ship or other will be sure to pick her up. Whether or no, I can't put the ship's head round now and beat up to windward to her for three or four hours, and then find, after all, that she does not require our assistance. Perhaps the Planet' may fall in with her to-morrow or next day, — ha! ha!” This he said with a forced laugh, but neither of the mates seemed disposed to join him in his merriment. On the contrary, they both looked very gloomy, and I can't say that I thought it a subject You see, at the rate we were going, we were drop-to be joked about, nor, I dare say, did the crew. ping her fast. At this intelligence Captain Harrison looked very much disturbed and annoyed, and walked the deck for a minute or two, without speaking. Then he called down the companion-hatch for me to bring his glass, which I did pretty quickly, for, to tell the truth, I was standing with it in my hand at the foot of the stairs, listening to what was going on. Now, I heard what Monsell had said when he hailed from the maintop; so when I came on deck I looked over the quarter. There, sure enough, I picked her out at once with my naked eye, not very plain, to be sure, but plain enough to see that she was a large ship, very deep, rolling heavily. | Indeed, our captain's behavior surprised me a good But it is not for me to judge him, and, what's more, no one on board, officers or men, presumed to |