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deu death. Our spirits sunk to zero, and my courage almost gave out. Even old Toni, conlldent ns he had hitherto been, began to despair. To run aground or be dashed against some iron-bound shore in that pitchy darkness would be death in its most frightful shape. Vet the certainty of death was easier to bear than the suspense we were compelled to endure, and the consciousness that every moment might be our bust. Bolsover, being still weak, could give me little help, and except when 1 took an hour's rest, once or twice in the twentyfour, I was always at the helm. Hutevery man's strength has its limits, and after awhile I became so used up that I could

stand it no longer.

“We can only die once,” I said to Ilolsover; "and whether we live or die, I must

sleep.”

So 1 lashed the wheel amidships and turned in. When 1 awoke there was a glimmering light, but whether of gloaming or dawn I could not determine, for 1 had lost all count of time, knew not the day of the week, and hail forgotten to wind up both my own watch and the late captain's chronometer. 1 went on deck, and found the helm still lashed amidships; but Uolsover was nowhere to be seen, and I looked into his bunk, and armed with a lantern, visited all his accustomed haunts without result. "God bless me!” I thought. “He surely cannot have fallen overboard! That would be too awful!” I returned tothe poop, seriously alarmed, and began to unlash the helm (not seeing what more I could do until there was more light), when I heard a hail from the mast-

head,

“Is that you, Tom,” I shouted. Hather a superfluous question, perhaps, for it could not well be anybody else. Yet it seemed hardly possible for a sick man to climb in the dark to the mast-head of a ship that was rolling like a log. “Ay, ay, sir; it’s me. I’ll be down directly,” was the answer. Ten minutes later (by which time it was decidedly lighter) he came sliding down the shrouds. “What were you thinking of, to go up to the mast-head in your present weak state?” I said, reproachfully. “Suppose you had fallen overboard?” “And it I had. Von know what you said before you turned in about two days since?” “Two days since?” “Nearly; though there’s so little difference between day and night that I cannot he quite sure. You said a man can only die once. All the same 1 don’t think there’s much risk in going to the mast-head—I am stronger than I was when you went asleep —and fogs is queer sorts of things; It often happens as they lies just on the top of the water, and all above is clear and bright— leastways, so I’ve heard say. So 1 thought as I would just go up and find out, if I could, whether this herefog isof that there nature.” “Is it?” “Partly. Anyhow, it is a good deal clwrer up there than down here, and a score yards or so higher up I dare say it is broad daylight. All the same, I saw the sun rise; and, what’s more, I made out something as looks very like land.” “Land! Land at last! Thank God!” I gasped, almost speechless with surprise and joy. “But are you sure you are not mistaken? Where away?” “On the port bow. No, I don’t think I am mistaken. It looks like a big mountain, fifteen or twenty miles off, may be. Give me a glass, and I'll go up again and have another squint.” ‘Til go with you, Tom. Wait half a minute.” As I spoke I whipped into the captain’s cabin and fetched two binoculars. 1 slung one round my neck and handed the other to the boatswain. » “Don’t you think as you had better take the helm, sir, and keep her up to the wind? She rolls so much as it will hardly be possible to make anything out. Then, when I come down, which it won’t he many minutes, 1 cun take the helm and you can go

up ’*

There was so much sense in this suggestion that I was fain to comply with it, notwithstanding my eagerness “to take a squint” on my own account—and it was well 1 did. As I went to the wheel, the bontvwain began to climb up the shrouds, slowly and painfully, i>eii'.g still rather short-winded and weak-kneed. 1 had just steadied the ship, and he had got as far ns the upper main topsail yard, when there came out of the fog a hail so startling and unexpected that it almost made me jump out of my skin. “Starboard! Hard a starboard! For Gml's sake starboard your helm!’* As I whirled round the wheel the fog roiled back and revealed a scene the like of which I had never before beheld, oreven imagined, and old Tom came down on the deck with a run. CHAPTER XIII.—PAINTED OR PIEBALD? Bight before us rose sheer out of the water a tall white rock, at least fifty feet high. Another moment and we would have crashed against it, “„tem on.” \Vc were snved only by Tom’s sharpness of vision, by the promptitude with which I obeyed his order, and the sudden lifting of the fog. But are we saved? There are rocks te the right of ns. rocks to the left of us, some white, others red, yet all of great height, with splintered, fantastic pinnacles and broken battlements like the keeps of so many ruined castles; some us naked as an Alpine peuk above the snow-line, others mantled with a luxuriant growth of greenery and pendant wild flowers, while the waves leap up their sides and troops of seabirds wheel round their summits. A veritable labyrinth of rocks; and ns I look up after the first shock of surprise, I see inscribed, on one of them, in old-fashioned and bold yet worn characters, these startling words. "Here the ‘Snntn Anna' “1744.'’ There seems to lie another word, but tteIng covered with a spray of ivv. I cannot make it out. Whether Bolsover sees the inscription I do not know. He is at the bows, conning the ship, and 1 am steering; the passage between the line of rocks being so narrow, and the current or tide so strong that it requires most strenuous attention to avoid striking. More than once the yards scrape the brow of some beetling cliff, and only by Heaven's help ami old Tom’s skillful pilotage do wo escape utter destruction.

At length the stress is over, and with an Indescribable sense of thankfulness and relief we sail into open water. YVe can breathe freely. Dmger and the dark sea are behind, hope and a hurlsir of refuge before us. We are in a wide, crescentshaped hay, fringed with a shore of white sand, from which rises, in gentle slopes, a glorious mountain, on whose summit waves a cloud-banner, which at first sight 1 mistake for the smoke of a volcano. Save for the white limestone crags with which it is crowned, the mountain is clad with verdure from top to bottom. Field alternates with forest; I can distinguish roads, too, and here and there is a quaint house of wood, not unlik* the chalets that lend so great a charm to the valleys of Switzerland and the Tyrol. All this, of course, through a binocular. We are still too far off to see much with the naked eye. "Heaven only knows where we are.” I said to Tom, who by this time had come aft. “But it seems a civilized sort of place. No danger of our being killed and eaten, 1 think.” "Not a bit. Cannibals don’t build houses or make roads like them there. 1 wonder whether it’s an island or a continent? Anyhow, it is well protected. That line of reefs stretches from one point of the bay to the other. It is a miracle how we got through. If the fog had not lifted just when it did—and it did not lift much—we should have gone to everlasting smash. We came out of it; that was it. Look there!” It was true. Beyond the barrier of rocks the mist still rested on the sea, looking in the distance like a chain of billowy mountains. “The tide—or may be it’s a current—Is running fast,” said the boatswain, a few minutes later. "I wonder whether we are in soundings? I will heave the lead, and if we are, we must make ready to let go.” He had evidently not seen the inscription on the white rock; and it w.ts quite as well. He would have been able to think of nothing else. ’By all means,” I answered. “It would never do to run aground, and there is not much chance of getting a pilot, I fear.” Whereupon Tom took the lead, and went into the chains. When lie came back he reported that the depth was nine fathoms, the bottom sandy, and the water rapidly shoaling. lie thought that, to be on the

you stop here and watch ’em, Mr. Erie, and I’ll get the arms ready.” The boat came on apace, and the nearer she drew, the more puzzled I became. The rowers being naked to the waist, I uatur ally saw a good deal of them; but whether they were red men dabbled with black, or black fellows dabbed with red, I was unable to determine, and as yet 1 could see little or nothing of their faces. Of the two men in the stern, however, I hail a very fair view. Their faces were queer, very queer. The el lerof them seemed to have a reddish eye and a white one; and *heleft cheek of the other differed in color from the right. As the elder turned his head, moreover, I perceived that he sported n pigtail. Their coats, of some dark material, were large and roomy, and adorned with brass or gel 1 buttons; their nether garments were white: unJ, to crown ail, they wore cocked hats, such as I had seen nowhere but in old-fashioned pictures and on the stage. The pigtail suggested China, but it was impossible that we could have drifted as far as the Flowery L ind—and the C destials don’t wear white breeches and cocked hats. Then it struck me that these were wild people, after nil, who had obtained their strange costumes from the plunder of a ship, or by way of trade; for I knew that savages like nothing so well as to army themselves in grotesque finery. But, lo! Those roads and houses! And the rowers boasted no finery whatever; and somehow, notwithstanding their painted faces, the two men in the stern bad not the air of savnges. I gave it up, and awaited the daiouemctA with eager curiosity. CUAPTnit X1Y.—“KXULISH, RY JtNCiOf” In the meantime Bolsover had broughta couple of rifles and a supply of cartridges, nt:d was now charging the carronades. "What Is the use of that?” I said. “They are mounted on wooden carriages; you cannot depress them.” “Well, then, they’ll frighten thebeggars, and may he make ’em sheer off. They kick up a devil of a row, these carronades. Bv ! they are not above a thousand yards away. I think I could pick the first fellow off—him as is rowing stroke” taking up a rille. "Don’t he a fool, Tom,” I said, quietly. “It would he the height of folly to make

we were still three or four nV.es from the | nearest part of the coast. To this 1 of course agreed, for in matters of seamanship 1 always deferred to Bolsover’s opinion; an 1 live minutes afterward the “Diana'’ was riding at anchor, her stern toward the land, her stem toward the

rock«.

“How about going ashore?” I asked,

‘(’an we lower a boat?”

I think so; and if it comes to thnl, we I

quite sure that these men mean mischief. For Heaven’s sake, let us make friends of them if we can. If we snake enemies of them we are done for. There are hundreds, [arnaps tnoususds, more ashore, and wc might as well try to tty ns to get

the ship out of the bay.”

“As you like. sir. I look on you ns my superior ofilcer. and Tom Bolsover always obeys orders. But keep your weather eye

mu-b Hot wait a hit; there's no hurry. I ‘rl.Vl

May he some on ’em—natives or what not

—will ite coming off to us.’’

"All right. I'll run below, put on a clean ■hirl, and make my«df presentable.” “As you like, sir. But as for me, I shall take no such trouble. I shall do well enough ns 1 am. I don’t suppose the people of this country are of much account— niggers or greasers, or suiomut o’ that sort, T!i"v don’t wear no clothes—uot they; and they art sure to speak some confounded outlandish lingo that nobody un-

derstands but themselves.”

Though we had survived the dangers ol a most perilous voyage, escaped death as by a miracle, and brought the ' Diana” to a safe anchorage. p«nr old Toni was evidently in an unhappy frame of mind. It was easy to guess the reason \Ve had seen nothing of the treasure-ship, nor any sign of her, and for several reasons 1 did not think the time had yet come to make mention of the writing on the rock. When I returned to the deck, feeling all the better for a good wash and fresh rigout, Tom was peering hard through his

glass.

"There’s a boat putting off.” he said; “a biggish boat with a lateen sail, and a crew of six or eight men—custom-house chaps, of course; for you may be cock-sure of one thing; if a country hasn't as much trade ns would keep a colony of fleas, it is sure to have custom-houses—for, you see, if cus-tom-houses isn’t trade, they looks like it.” 1 took a glass ami had a look on my own account. The boat was under way, and evidently making for the “Diana;” but owing to the lightness of the breeze and the flowing tide, the lateen sail did not seem to be of much use. and the crew were taking to their oars, which they appeared to handle with great dexterity. But I gave less heed to the boat and her management than to the people she carried. 1 burned with curiosity to know where we were and what kind of people we had fallen among: and I thought that I might possibly gather some idea of their characters, perhaps even of their nationality, from <hc personal appearance id the boat's occupants. At any rate, they were clothed; so far, so good. Houses, roads, boats, garments —all these were unmistakable signs of civ-

ilization.

“Blacks, by !” sung out Tom, who, albeit older than I, had not dimmed his sight by bending over a desk “Nonsense! They are dark, perhaps; but certainly not black: and those two men in the stern are certainly white.” "It looks so: but we cannot surely have got to the West Indies, nor yet to the Brazils. And you are wrong; they are not white, and the others are not black.” “What on earth are they, then?” “They are— By the Lord Hurry! they are spotted—every man-jack of ’em. Those chaps in the stern are wtiite and red; and them as is rowing red and black.” And Tom dropped his glass and gave me a look so comically expressive of fear, bewilderment, and surprise, that I laughed

outright.

“What can they be?” I asked; for though my vision was less keen than his, I could see that the people in the boat had very

queer complexions.

“Cannibals—savages in their war-paintl Nothing else—And they’ll eat us, too, if they get a chance. But I’m not going to be eaten if i can help it, Mr. Krle. We il sell our lives dearly—we will that. There’s arms in the captain’s cabin. I^et us load them at once. And those old carronades" (two brass pieces we had for firing.signals), “we’ll lo f ".d them, too. I know where the

cartridges are.”

But we have no bait.

“Nevermind: we’ll charge them with

old nails and bits of iron.”

“Very well; do so then. We may as well |

be prepared. But, for my parr, 1 cannot M*'- i ieid.

! devils puts their feet on deck we are dead

men.”

I made no answer. All my attention was concentrated on the boat. When she came within hailing distance the man with the pigtail (who had been steering) gave the tiller to his companion and stood up. He was tall, and wore a sword—so far as 1 could see, the only weapon in the boat. “Good!” I thought. “Their intentions mast be pcacefftl.” The man with the pigtail put his hand to the mouth. “What ship is that?” heasked, in aloud clear voice, and with faultless pronuncia-

tion.”

“English, by Jingo!” muttered Bolsover. “Boy ami man, I’ve been at sea two-aud-thirty year, and so help me—” “The 'Diana,' bound from Liverpool to Montevideo,” I answered. “What country is this’” “We call it the Fair Island.” “And the inhabitants?” “We call ourselves English." By this time the boat is under the coun-

ter.

“Will you come on board?” I said. "But wait a minute, and we will lower you a

ladder.”

“Thank you, we don’t neel a ladder,” says the younger man; and clutching a rope wlfich hangs over the ship’s side, ho hauls himself up, and vaults over the bulwark with tile agility of a professional acrobat. His companion follows suit, although a little more leisurely, doubtless owing to his greater age and somewhat heavier build. Then they draw themselves up to their full height, doff their cocked hats with a graceful sweep, and make a low how. I return the silute in my best style, but the contrast between the manner of their coming on board, and their dignified hearing, their cocked lints, pigtails, white breeches, and mottle 1 faces, is so exceedingly droll that I can hardly keep my countenance, while old Tom, almost exploding

“And you and the boatswain only are left! How terrible! That was the boatswain who went to the fore part of the ship just now, I suppose.” “Yes; Old Tom; and a right good fellow he la.” “I am glad to hear it. He seems also to be a merry fellow.” “Merry! Not particularly. Hather the reverse. In fact. Why do you think he is merry?” ‘‘Because I hear him laughing.” “Hear him laughing! Impossible! Why, he is down lu the fo'castle, and we are ou the poop.” “Oh, yes; I hear him quite distinctly. Do not you, Amyas?” “Distinctly. Ho is talking to himself, too. What Is it he says?”—listening attentively. “‘By the Lord Harry! Hoy and man, I’ve been at sea two-and-thirty year—’ Now he laughs again; what at, I wonder?” There w?is no humbug about it. They really could hear a man talking in the forecastle—or perhaps they were clairvoy-

ants!

“Your sense of hearing is much more acute than mine; I cannot hear a word,” I said. And then, fearing that our visitors might hear something to their disadvantage, I blew a call on my whistle, as I genemlly did when I wanted Tom and he was out of ear-shot. “You informed us just now that the ‘Diana’ was hound from Liverpool to Montevideo. How, then, may I ask, did you find your way hither?” asked Mr.

Field.

“We did not find our way at all. The ship found it for us. We came by chance.” "And you actually made the passage of the Painted Hocks in safety! That was indeed an extraordinary chance. No seagoing ship ever did the like. But you shall tell us your story on another occasion. We are come, my dear sir, to ask you to accompany us to Fairhaven, the modest capital of the Fair Island, there to make the acquaintance of our people and be presented to our queen.” “You do me too much honor, gentlemen; I shall only be too delighted. You will go with me, of course, Tom?” (He had just come aft.) “Where you goes, I go, Mr. Erie. I am ready. But, I say”—sotto mcc—“did you ever? Boy au 1 man, I’ve be.-a at sea two-and-thirty year—'’ This would not do at all. People who could hear a laugh as far off as the forecastle could hear a whisper six feet away; so, in order to avoid any cause of ofl'euse, I turned from Bolsover, and, asking our piebald friends if they smoked, offered each of them a cigar, which, after saying, they were extremely “obleeged” to me, they accepted. “Have you a light, Tom?" I asked. ‘T am afraid I left my box below.” “Of course I have,” answered the boatswain. And taking a match from Ids waistcoat pocket, he lifted up his leg and struck it on his trousers. “Angels and ministers of grace defend us!” exclaimed Mr. Field, turning paleand starting backward, while his companion made a still more rapid retreat, clapping his hand on the bulwark us if he were preparing to jump Into the sea. “Magic! Mr. Bolsover must be a wizard. Does he always carry tire in—in—that particular part of his person?” “Oh, dear, no!” I answered, laughing. “He only struck a match. A little splinter of wood, you see. The substance at the end Is a mixture of phosphorus and some other chemical substances, which ignites when slightly rubbed. Doit again, Tom.” Tom did it again. "Marvelous!'’ exclaimed the senior, examining a match. “A r 'cent invention, I presume* The progress of enlightenment! Ah! ah! Would yon kindly let me try?" 1 said yes, of course, and sent Tom for more matches, as well as vestas and fusees, and showed bow they were struck on the boxes; but both Mr. Field and his friend preferred the boatswain's method, and proceeded to practice it forthwith. They had, however, a slight dilficulty to contend with in the extreme smoothness of their nether garments, which rendered necessary in the act of striking a rapid movement of the right hand. At the outset they failed somewhat ignominiously. The elder gentleman raised his leg rather too too high, and, striking r,t the same time, lost his balance, and falling against Mr. Fane (who had also his leg in the air), both rolled on tho deck together,' rather to the discomfiture of the senior; but the younger man laughed heartily,-and tlioy were up again before you could have said ,“.Tack Robinson,” springing to their feet without using their hands. After this I gave each of them a box, which they accepted with unaffected delight. Then I produced a revolver, and

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ueiitiy tluwti liie fure-iiatciiway, where tie can give free vent to his mirth without any

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What (“specially tickled him (it c Ttointy tickled me) is probably the fact that our affable and agile guests are not merely painted; they are actually piebald. Their variegated hue it as much a part of tliemReives as their pigtails ami their noses. Judging by the way they stare at n.u (.if ter recovering their perpendicular), I excite their curiosity as much as they excite mine—which is perhaps quite as well, for their inspection gives me time to compose my countenance and recover my presence

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“Your most obedient servant,” says the eider of my visitors, bowing again. “Yours truly,” I answered, bowing in

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Then another pause.

“Welcome ou hoard the ‘Diana,’ gentlemen,” I add, for they look as if they expect me to say something more, “it affords me infinite pleasure to make yont ac-

quaintance.”

(Not. perhaps, the very best thing to say in tho circumstances, but the best 1 can think of on the spur of the moment.) “Your pleasure, sir, cannot be greater than ours,” returns the senior piebald. "Never before has anybody from the old home favored the Fair Island with a visit. Our people, sir, will give you a warm welcome. Might I make so bold as to inquire to whom I have the honor of speaking?”

“My name is Sidney Erie.”

“Mine is Waterlow Field. Allow mo to hiL'miuce lo you my friend and Kinsman,

Mr. Amyas Fane.”

I bow again; so does Mr. Fane.

“I presume you are the captain?” asks

say that I have any great fear of these painted people. At any rate, It is better to speak them fair before we show fight.” “Speak ’em fair! What’s the use of speaking fair—or foul either, for that mat ter—to a lot of savage devils as can’t un derstand a word you say? As soon ns they get within shooting distance they’ll let fly a harrow at your head—unless you are beforehand with ’em. I’ve been among suchlike in the Pacific, and I know. However,

“No; 1 am only a passenger.”

"Ah, the captain is below, I suppose?” “Very nn^ li so. . He Is dead, and ha-

body lies nt the bottom of the sea.” “Poor fellow! And the mate?”

“lie also is dead. In fact, the boatswain

though the weapon both surprised and delighted them, and they remarked lion- useful it would be in warfare, they were evidently less impressed with it than they had been by the striking of the match ou old

Tom’s trousers.

"Have you any other arms on board?” asked Field—as I thought, rather anxious-

ly-

“No* many rifles and revolver perhaps n dozen of each. They belonged to the captain and passengers. But I think there " aro a few cases of musket* in the hold.”

“And ammuniiion?”

“Well, we have a very miscellaneous cargo, and I believe I heard the captain say there was gunpowder in it. I don’t know how much: but I can easily find out by looking at the manifest.” With that I went into tho cabin, and returned with the document in question. “Yes,” I said, looking at it. “There are ten barrels in the magazine.” "We will buy it from you," lie returned, eagerly. “Indeed, I think we should be disposed L> buy from you the whole cargo —possibly the ship itself.” “They are not mine to sell,” I answered, rathe, taken aback by this suggestion. “All the same, the ship is here without any possibility, so far as I can see. of gettsng away. I have a right to do the best I can for the owners and underwrit rs, and you may have anything the ship contains,

or nil siie contains.’’

This was making a virtue of necessity; for if the piebald people thought (it to appropriate every article on board, it was evident liiul oai i.nii utiti i count uo noth-

ing to hinder them. [TO HE CONTI NU ED. ]

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