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us into close companionship. I had come to entertain a warm affection for him, and he was the only one left with whom I coul 1 converse on terms of intellectual •quality. _ chapter xl—becalmed. After [xior Uucklow’s death, the fever became more virulent than ever, and if fewer died it was merely because fewer were left to kill. The contagion spread with portentous rapidity, the interval between the first seizure and the fatal close being often frightfully short. At the end of the following week two only were left—Bolsover and myself. Of the forty-seven who had sailed from Liver, pool, little more than a month previously, we were the sole survivors. All the rest slept their long sleep in the fathomless depths of the wild Atlantic. What my feelings were I can hardly remember, and do not care to recall. 1 was stunned, overwhelmed, and, us it seemed, almost paralyzed by the stupendous nature of the calamity which had overtaken me, and by bitter grief for those who were gone. But for Bolsover I think I must have gone mad. He too sorrowed, in his own fashion, for our lost comrades; yet his grief seemed to sit lightly on him. and in his manner there was at times something that looked very like exultation, the causa uf which I was at first at a loss to divine. Bat a casual expression he let drop enlightened me. He regarded his escape and mine as proof that we were the destined discoverers of the “Santa Anna.” Had I been less depressed. I should have been amused, probably have laughed at him. As it was, I thought it best not to answer him. You cannot argue with a monomaniac. But on every other point the boatswain, as usual, was evidently sane and practical. “There is only you and me now,” he said, “and we can neither handle the ship nor navigate her; but we can do our best. There is no more sail on her than will give her steering way in a light breeze, and if it comes on to blow we shall may be not take much harm. You can steer pretty well now, and we must take the wheel turn and turn about.” “That is all very fine; but where shall we make for?” “Well, I don’t think as we can do better than stick to the course we are on, and as Mr. Bucklow last laid down—son’-west by south—as far as the wind will let us.” “Will that bring us to Montevideo?” “I don’t think it will, exactly; but there or thereabouts, perhaps.” “Have you any idea where we are?” “Not within a degree or two; but, from the feel, we should not be far from the

line.”

"Rather vague; but it is hot enough for anything, if that is what you mean. However, about this steering. It can easily be arranged as you suggest. While one steers the other can cook, and sleep, and keep a lookout. Our best chance of rescue Is to attract the attention of some passing vessel. Can we do anything more than reverse the Union .lack?” “I don’t know as we can; and keep our number always Hying.” “There is still one thing we have not thought of. Suppose something happens —that some emergency arises that forces me to quit the wheel while you are asleep?” "The only thing you can do In that case would be to lash the wheel amidships. I will show you how. But we must do our sleeping In the captain’s cabin. We shall always be within hail of each other. You have only to whistle, and I will come.’ "Aren’t you afraid of sleeping in the captain’s cabin?” “Not a bit. I shall not take the fever. If I could, I should have done so long

since.”

“All the same, I would not throw away a chance, if I were you. There is no tell-

ing—”

“Old Tom,” as the sailors had called him. smiled superciliously, as much as to say that I did not know what 1 was talking

about.

“Very well,” I said. “Go and turn in. You had no sleep last night, and I had. I will take the wheel.” "Thank you, sir. I do feel a bit sleepy. Wake me up when you feel tired. Keep her off and by—us she is; that’s all you have

to do.”

And so I was left in sole charge of the “Diana”—a strange position for a landsman on his first voyage! A captain without a crew, a navigator innocent of navigation. steering generally for the equator, and with an uncertain hope of sooner or later reaching the coast of South America, somewhere between the Amazon and Cape Horn, and the oil chance ot knocking against the continent of Africa, or being blown into the Pacific 1 Not the sort of outlook to make a man merry, even though lie has nothing particular on his mind; and on mine lay dark memories of the valley of the shallow of death through which I had Just passed. But I was too busy to brood. I did not steer so well that I conld do it automatically like an A. B. I had togivethe wheel my closest attention and watch the ship continually, yet with all my pains I let her "full oil” several times, much to my annoyance. The wind, moreover, occasionally varied a point or two, thereby increasing the difficulty of my task. But I did not call Bolsover; 1 thought I would let him sleep as long as he liked, hut when he voluntarily came to relieve me, I had been at tnv post nearly five hours. “Why didn’t you call me?” he said, reproachfully. “You must be both tired and hungry. Go and get something to eat, and then turn in for an hour or two. 1 don t think we shall either of us get much sleep to-night.” “Why?" ■* * ^ ui re i* giiijig to be a cnange ol weather. The glass is going down fust, and clouds are gathering to windward. But we shall not get it just yet. When you have had your grub and your sleep, we must reef the foresail. Then we shall be safe, 1 think.” I acted promptly on old Tom’s suggestion, for the air and the work had made 11)“ Imth hungry and sleepy. When I returned from my snooze, the wind had risen considerably, and blew in fitful gusts; the sun went down red, amid a mass of ominous-looking clouds, and, as Bolsover said, there was every likelihood of a dirty night. The time had come to reduce our spread of canvas, and the ship la ir g under a patent foretopeail and jib, we lowered and reefed the former without

difficulty. The boatswain then made all snug, battened down the hatches, and brought a suit of oilskin and a pair of seaImsiIs for himself, and another for me, put food, water, and grog within reach, and lighted the lanterns. When he had done all that was necessary, or, rather, all that he could, he joined me at the wheel, for. as he said, it would take two to steer, and all little enough. And so it proved. The wind rose every moment, and though we had so little sail set, the ship went through the water like an Atlantic liner at full speed. Then it lulled a little, and the rain came down ns it only can come down In the tropics, rattling on the deck like discharges of musketry, and tumbling out of the scuppers in cascades. From time to time there came a tremendous clap of thunder; the sky was ablaze with lightning, which brought every spur and rope of the ship into vivid relief, and cast a lurid glow on an angry sea billowed with foam-crested waves. But we were by no means in the center of the storm, else it had gone ill with us; and the rain, by keeping the sea down somewhat, probably prevented us from being pooped. When morning broke the rain was still falling, and the wind blowing in strong gusts; the “Diana” was scudding before it, and we were still both at the wheel; and except for intervals of a few minutes, when one or other of us snatched a morsel of food or took a pull at the bottle of halfwater grog which Tom had put under the binnacle, we remained at the wheel all that day and all the next night. What distance we made in this time we had no means of exactly computing; but when the wind began to fall off, Tom tried our rate of sailing with the patent log, and found it to be eight knots; but our average speed during the thirty-six hours the gale lasted must have been much more, and we probably ran not less than four hundred miles. Where we were we could form only the very vaguest Idea, for our course had been most erratic, the wind shifting continually. When the storm abated, and there was promise of better weather, Bolsover suggested that I should turn in. “I am more used to this sort of thing than you are,” he said. “I can stand it awhile longer; but you are about used up, I think. Lie down for an hour or two, I will waken you up when I want you.” I required no second bidding. 1 was utterly spent, and only half conscious. Without undressing, I threw myself on the bunk in the captain’s cabin, and almost before my head touched the pillow was fast asleep. When I awoke, as it seemed to me an hour or so later, the sun was shining brightly, and the boatswain lay asleep on the floor. “Halloo!” I thought. “Has old Tom deserted his post? Why didn’t he waken me?” But when I looked out I saw that thesea was perfectly calm—not a breath of air ruffled its glassy surface—and the “Diana” lay there, as still and motionless as “a painted ship upon a painted ocean." Clearly no need for a man at the wheel, %nd Tom had done quite right to take his rest without Interrupting mine. After a wash and a walk round the ship, I went to the galley, kindled the fire, made lobscouse and pea soup, and when all was ready returned to the cabin to look after Tom. He was just opening his eyes. “Have you had a good sleep?” I asked. “Very; ami you?” “Oh, pretty well. I must have had three or four hours, and if I had not been so hungry I should have gone on awhile long-

er.”

"Three or four hours! Why, bless you, Mr. Erie, you have slept more like thirty hours!” “Nonsense, Bolsover! I know better.” "Well, then, the sun Is going wrong. It was a good deal past noon when I turned In, and”—glancing at the snn—“it cannot be much past eleven now.. Yes, Mr. Erie, you have slept something like thirty hours, and me about twenty-four—and a good thing, too. We wanted it. When it fell calm I knew as the ship could take care of herself, so I just lashed the wheel amidships, laid myself down on the cabin floor just as I was, and let you go on with your sleep. And now let us have some grub, for I am most terrible sharp-set. and that lobscouse smells as sweet as a posy. We may take our ease a bit now, Mr. Erie. This is a calm as will last, this is.” “How long will it last, do you think ” “The Lord only knows! May be a fortnight, may be three weeks. I have heard of calms In these latitudes—we must be somewhere about the doldrums—I’ve heard of ’em lasting six and seven weeks.” “A pleasant prospect! Why, we shall be nearly frizzled! I would rather have a storm or two.” “That’s a sentiment as I should say amen to, if we had a rather more powerful crew, Mr. Erie; but with n ship’s company of two, officers and passengers included, I would not pray for a gale, though I might whistle for a wind. With onr small spread of canvas a light breeze would not do us much good, and it would not be safe to spread more, even if we could. But I’m in no hurry, Mr. Erie—I’m in no hurry. We’ve plenty of grub and water aboard, and I’m quite content to abide in these latitudes awhile longer; for it is hereabouts —or, if not hereabouts, a bit further south —that I expect to light on the ’Santa Anna.’ ” “You old idiot!" I was going to say; but not wanting to hurt the foidish fellow’s feelings or fall out with him, I merely asked why on earth he expected to find the treasure-ship in that particular spot, especially as wc did not know within a thousand miles where we were. “We are in the doldrums,” he answered, doggedly; "there can be no doubt about that: and I have always said as if the ‘Santa Anna’ was not cast away—and I don’t think she was cast away—I have always said as she was somew here in the doldrums; and I am sure I am right.” This was conclusive, anil I could only say that I hoped we should sight the “Santa Anna” soon, and find her treasure aboard. “Oh, we shall find the treasure, sure enough! What would bL- the ive of sighting her if we didn’t?” chapter xil—befogged. As may bo supposed, life on the becalmed vessel was not particularly amusing. We had not much to talk about, and out of his owiv line old Tom was as ignorant os an infant. Tnere were, fortunately, plenty •Mmole* on board—st least a hundred of them being fiction—and I spent much of my time in reading, and studying, as well os I could with the means at my disposal, the theory of navigation. Then I wrote up the log-book, or rather, made an entry In it every day, for there was very little to set down. Had I not done so I should have lost count of time, so like was one day to another. Now and then I went into the engine-room, and by getting up steam, starting and stopping ths engine, 1 familiarized myself with its working. After * awhile, I became a fairly expert engineer, and hud our coal bunkers not been so

nearly empty, I should have shipped the screw and steamed In the direction whither 1 thought lay the nearest land. Bolsover pottered about the ship, mended sails, spliced ropes, wasiied the decks, smoked, and slept; yet he got very weary, and one day proposed that, by way of diversion, we should make war on the rats. I asked how lie would do it, seeing tiiat we had neither cats, traps, dogs, nor ferrets. “I will make the beggars drown themselves,” he said. And then he disclosed ids plan. Rats, he explained, cannot live without water, and tiiis was the reason why there were so many of them about the water-tanks, where they slaked their thirst by licking up the drippings and droppings. But as there was so much less water drawn than formerly, there were fewer drippings, ir.id Die rats hi ing for that reason extremely dry, water would make a splendid bait. All that was necessary would he to take buckets, put a few inches of water at the bottom—mixed with moinsses to prevent them rnm jumping out—fix longctr’psof wood tn the sides, so balanced that when the rats ran along them to get at the wu'er .i.ey wouli fall into the buckets. “Very well," I said; "try it. But in my opinion the less you have to do with the rats the better. If they have not got the fever—I wish they hod—they can give it.” “Oh, 1 have no fear. I shall not take the fever. I never thought I should. Besides, that storm must have blown it all out of tile ship." So Tom arranged Ids buckets, put them down in Du* hold near the water-tanks, and awaited the result with great expectations. An hour later he came up In great glee, bringing one of Ids buckets. “Look here!” heexclaimed. “Andthere’s more in the others.” In the bottom of Die bucket was a writh ing ma.-s of rats. The water had not been deep enough to drown all of ttiein, and the survivors, entangled in the molasses, were fighting desperately over the bodies of their comrades. “Poor wretches!” I said. “Put them out of their misery, Tom!” “Poor wretches! Put them out of their misery! I would rather put them into a bit more. Isn t it them as did all the mischief? But here goes! I’ll chuck them into the water and let the sharks catch ’em —If they can. They’ll be well met.” And with that Toni went to the taffrail, and turned Die bucket upside-down, whereupon all Die rats, dead and alive—all save one, a Ilerce-looking. gray-whiskered veteran, which contrived to cling tothe sidefell pell-mell into the sen. “Get out, you big devil!” said the boatswain. seizing it by Die tail. But instead of getting out, the rat twisted round and fixed its long, sharp teeth into its captor’s thumb. Tom dropped the bucket like a hot potato, and catching the creature by the neck, choked it off, and sent it spinning. “By , It hurts!” he exclaimed, popping the wounded thumb into his mouth. “You had b-tter go and bathe it with hot water,” I said. “Rat-bites are nasty things sometimes.” “I don’t think it’s worth while. I’ll put a bit of pitch on it. It's the best plaster I know. I never thought a rat could bite so keen. That gray-whiskered beggar’s teeth were like pins and nee lies.” The incident made the boatswain more Inveterate against the rats than ever. He converted all the buckets in the ship into traps, and by sunset he had caught several dozens. Ho took care, however, liefore throwing them overboard, to see that they were properly drowned, and even then he handled the bucket in such a way as to prevent any possibility of a second bite. Hut the rats, though they perished, had their revenge. The next morning B >lsover was very HI. The thumb was inflamed and exceedingly painful, and he had all the appearance of sickening for yellow fever. I was seriously alarmed, for, despite his craze about the “Suita Anna,” old Tom was a thorough seaman and a very good fellow. You cannot be thrown much with a man (at any rate, I cannot) without getting to like him—unless lie is absolutely repulsive—and I hud got to like the boatswain. Besides, what would become of me if I should be left alone on board a big ship in mid-ocean, utterly ignorant of my whereabouts, only just able to steer, and hardly knowing one sail from another? If it were possible to keep old Tom alive, I meant to do it. although, judging by my recent experience, the odds against his recovery were hundreds to one. On the other hand, the very fact that he had remained so long invulnerable showed that lie possessed great resisting power, and rendered it probable that lie would make a tougher fight for his life than the others had done. The first thing was to get my patient to keep his lied, which for a time lie obstinately refused to do. To confess that he was ill would not only have touched his pride and made his boastings look rather ridiculous, but would have gone far to falsify Ids predictions. So lie pretended that his illness was a tnere passing indisposition—“a bit of a headache”—made light of Ids swollen thumb, and insisted 0:1 getting up and helping to prepare breakfast. But the strongest will eannot long b?ar up under severe local pain and the all-per-vading agonies of fever, and it was not long tie lore Bolsover confessed himself beaten, and took to his bed, “I never thought 1 should be ill,” he murmured, “but it won’t be much. I shall be well iti a day or two, 1 know I shall. You were right, Mr. Erie; I shouldn't have meddled with them rats—hang ’end I don’t care how soon we get outof this ship. There’s a curse on her; that's what it is. There’s a curse on her.” Tom must have been very bad to own himself in the wrong. It was an evil sign, and made me almost despair of his recovery. “I had lately read a second time. In some Instances a third time, the medical books in the captain’s cabin, and Die knowledge thvs acquired, and my own observation, had given me certain ideas ns to treatment of yellow fever, which I now proceeded to put into practice. Medicine having produced no effect in previous cases, I determined to try something else. On<? of inoqt ^^rnrvf of the malady is intense heat, the patient’s temperature being often ns high ns one hundred and seven degrees. I presumed, though I did not know for certain, that this waa owing to anaiicslof pcispiration. The main point, therefore, was to make my patient sweat; so I rolled him in a wet sheet, then put a pile of blankets on the top of him, and made him drink about n gallon of hot water. I kept him in the [lack for hours, and when I unpacked him, washed him all over with salt water. This operation I repeated several times in succession, and always when the fever got worse and his skin became hot and dry. I do not presume to say that I cured Bolsover, for the illness ran its course: bat. at any rate, he recovered, and that is what

none of the others did. The fever may, however, have lieen of a milder type than theirs, and it is of course quite possible that lie would have got better in any case, and did actually got better, not tiecanseof, but in spite of, my treatment. But my patient thought otherwise. He quite believed I hail cured him. said that he owed me his life, and, in the fullness of tils heart, protested that, whether I helped him to find the “Santa Anna” or not, he should give me half her cargo of gold and silver. “Thank you, Tom,” I said, laughing. "I’ll take it, with all my heart: and it will be the biggest fee ever paid to a quack doctor since the world began, and that is saying a great deal.” “There is nothing to laugh at,” answered the boatswain, who could never bear being chaffed about his craze. “There is nothing to laugh at, and I’ll make a man of you yet, Mr. Erie; never fear! You will be the richest man in Liverpool one of these days.” But Tom did not get better either very soon or very easily. He lay in his hammock three weeks, and rose from it a yel-low-skinned, lantern-jawed ghost, hardly able to put one leg before the other. “I shall not be of much use when- the change comes,” he said, as I supported him to a Southampton chair, under an awning we had rigged up a short time before he fell ill. “What change?” “Change of weather, to be sure. And it Is bound to come soon. How long tiave we been here?” “ " e have been becalmed five weeks; but as to how long we have been here I would not venture to offer an opinion. 1 am not sure whether we are here!” “You are getting beyond me now, Mr. Erie. Not sure whether we are here! Where else should we be?” “I mean that we are moving. At any rate, I think so. I happened this morning to throw a cork overboard at Dio stern, n^l now It is at the bows.” “There must be a current, then.” “It looks so; and if t tie cork, moves so must the stiip, though not so fast.” “You mny soon find out whether she moves. Make a trial with the log.’* “A happy thought! It never occurred to me. I will do it at once.” And I did. The "Diana” was progressing through the water at the rate of a knot an hour. “If we have been going at this speed all along for the last five weeks,” I said, making a rapid mental calculation, “we have done eight hundred and forty miles.” “1 don’t think we have been going at this speed all along. When I fell ill it was as dead a calm us it could be. and as hot as blazes. And n nv it is cooler—I am sure it Is cooler. Don't you think so?” "I know it is. I look at the thermomete- every day, and theaverage temperature Is from seven to ten degrees lower than it was a fortnight since.” “If we had been doing a knot an hour these last three weeks, how mu.-h would that make?” “Five hundred and four miles.” “Which means that much further south. Well, I shouldn’t wonder. Have you looked at the chart lately?” “I have pored over it till my head aches: and <he more I look the more puzzled I become. I never in my life felt so ignorant and helpless. How I wish 1 had got poor Captain Peyton to give me a few lessons in navigation.” “I wish you had, Mr. Erie. It almost seems as wc shall have to keep on as we are till something turns up, doesn’t it?” “Like a couple of Micawbers.” “Eh?” “I mean It vexes, me to be so utterly helpless, and 1 weary of having nothing to do.” “Don’t worrit yourself, sir. We shall get somewhere sometime, if you will only be quiet; and when the weather changes you will have quite enough to do. And there is a feel in the air and a look about the sun as tells me that Die change won’t be long in coming. That signal with our number seems to be stirring a bit, doesn’t it?” “Yes; I think it is fluttering just a little.” “There must be alight breeze aloft, then; and if wo could only set our topsails, and main and mizzjn top-gallant sails, we might get steering way on her, and make, may be, two or three knots an hour.” “Two or three knots! I wish we could make twenty knots and get somewhere,” I exclaimed, passionately. “Storm, tempest, shipwreck, anything would be better than this intolerable calm.” “Hush! liusli! Mr. Erie; don’t you be atenqiting of Providence: we shall have a wind before long, you’ll see. We don’t want no storm, or tempests, or shipwrecks! Just a fair wind, and no more.” Weather-wise as old Tom undoubtedly was, his forecast—influenced probably by his wishes—remained a dead letter for a whole week. But as he repeated it every dav, he proved himself a true prophet in the end. Contrary to my expectations— for 1 tiad read and heard that tropical calms are almost invariably succeeded by terrible storms—the change came gradually. First of all a breath of air, just sufficient to tauten the jibs and fill the foresail, without having any sensible effect on the progress of the ship; then a light wind, which gave us steering way, followed at a short interval by a spanking breeze that sent us along at the rate of four or five knots an hour, and made us wild to spread mnii canvas. We carried this breeze with us several days, and with a lower temperature, bright sunshine, and a grand sea, we felt better and more hopeful than wo had felt for a long time. Utir voyage, we thought, must be coming to an end. We coul 1 surely not go much further without either sighting a sail or making land. But when our hopes were at the highest, the fine weather suddenly collapsed. 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BIG FOUR. EAST. ,1 |No. 2, Ind’pMis Accommodation 8:42 a. ra. ^ “ 18, S. W. Limited 1:52 p.m. * “ H, Mail 4:58 p. m. <• “ 10, Night Express 2:30 a.m. * No, 9, Mail ’ 8:42 a. ra. * “ 17, H. W. Limited 12:49 p.m. i t “ 3, Terre Haute Accomodation. 7:05 p.m. | •• 7. Night Express 12:30 a. m. I Daily. tDaily except Sunday. 0No. 10 is solid vestibuled train Cincinnati with sleepers for New York via Cleveland and connects through to Columbus, O. No. 2 connects through to New York, Boston and Benton Harbor, Mich. No. 18 is solid train j to Buffalo with sleeper for New York via N. [ Y. C. R. K., and sleeper for Washington, D.C. via C. & O. R. R., connection for Columbus, j O. No. 8 connects through to Wabash and l Union City; No. 7, 9 and 17 with diverging lines at St. Louis Union Depot. ^ * F. P. HUESTIS, Agt.

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Going North—1:20 a. m., 12:05 p. m.; local, 12:05 p. m. Going South—2:17 a. m., 2:22 p. m.; local, 1:15 p. m. J. A. MICHAEL, Agent.

VANDALIA LINE. In effect Nov. 5, 1893. Trains leave (ireeucastie, Ind., FOR THE WEST. No. 21, Daily 1:52 p. in., for St. Louis. “ 1, Daily 12:53 p.m., “ “ “ 7, Daily 12:25 a.m., “ “ “ 5, Ex. Sun 8:50 a. m., “ “ “ 3, Ex. Sun 5:23 p.m., “ Terre Haute. Trains leave Terre Haute. No. 75, Ex. Sun .... 7:05 a. m., “ Peoria. “ 77, Ex. Sun . 8:25 p.m., “ Decatur. FOR THE EAST. No. 20, Daily 1:52 p. m., for ludianapolti. “ 8, Daily 3:35 p m., “ “ “ 0, Daily 3:52 a. m., “ •• “ 12, Daily 2:23 a. m., " “ “ 2, Ex. Sun 6:20 p.m., “ “ “ 1, Ex. Sun 8:31 a. m., “ “ For complete Time Card, giving all trains and stations, and for full information as to rates, through cars, etc., address J S. DOWLING, Agent, Ureencastle, Ind. Or J. M. Chesbrouqh, Asst. Gen. Pass. Agt., St. Louis, Mo.

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