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Now, Barb'ry Aleshine," said Mrs. Lecks, “don't you begin
findin' fault with good fortune when it comes to you.
Here
we've got a comfortable boat, with room enough to set easy and
stretch out if we want to. If the water is comin' in, what we've
got to do is to get it out again just as fast as we can. What's
the best way to do that, Mr. Craig ? ”
We must bail her out, and lose no time about it,” said I.
« If I can find the leak I may be able to stop it. ”
I now looked about for something to bail with, and the two
women aided actively in the search. I found one leather scoop
in the bow; but as it was well that we should all go to work, I
took two tin cans that had been put in by some one who had
begun to provision the boat, and proceeded to cut the tops from
them with my jack-knife.
“Don't lose what's in 'em,” said Mrs. Lecks; that is, if it's
anythin' we'd be likely to want to eat. If it's tomatoes, pour it
into the sea, for nobody ought to eat tomatoes put up in tins. ”
I hastily passed the cans to Mrs. Lecks, and I saw her empty
the contents of one into the sea, and those of the other on a
newspaper which she took from her pocket and placed in the
stern.
I pulled up the movable floor and threw it overboard, and
then began to bail.
“I thought,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “that they always had pumps
for leaks. ”
“Now, Barb'ry Aleshine,” said Mrs. Lecks, "just gether your-
self up on one of them seats and go to work. The less talkin'
we do and the more scoopin', the better it'll be for us. ”
soon perceived that it would have been difficult to find two
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and Mrs. Aleshine. They were evidently used to work, and were
able to accommodate themselves to the unusual circumstances in
which they were placed. We threw out the water very rapidly,
and every little while I stopped bailing and felt about to see if
I could discover where it came in. As these attempts met with
no success, I gave them up after a time, and set about bailing
with new vigor, believing that if we could get the boat nearly
dry, I should surely be able to find the leak.
But after working half an hour more, I found that the job
would be a long one; and if we all worked at once, we should all
be tired out at once, and that might be disastrous. Therefore I
proposed that we should take turns in resting, and Mrs. Aleshine
was ordered to stop work for a time. After this Mrs. Lecks took
a rest, and when she went to work I stopped bailing and began
again to search for the leak.
For about two hours we worked in this way, and then I con-
cluded it was useless to continue any longer this vain exertion.
With three of us bailing we were able to keep the water at the
level we first found it; but with only two at work it slightly gained
upon us, so that now there was more water in the boat than when
we first discovered it. The boat was an iron one, and the leak in
it I could neither find nor remedy. It had probably been caused
by the warping of the metal under a hot sun; an accident which,
I am told, frequently occurs to iron boats. The little craft, which
would have been a life-boat had its air-boxes remained intact,
was now probably leaking from stem to stern; and in searching
for the leak without the protection of the flooring, my weight
had doubtless assisted in opening the seams, for it was quite
plain that the water was now coming in more rapidly than it did
at first. We were very tired; and even Mrs. Lecks, who had all
along counseled us to keep at work and not to waste one breath
in talking, now admitted that it was of no use to try to get the
water out of that boat.
It had been some hours since I had used the oars, but whether
we had drifted or remained where we were when I stopped row-
ing, of course I could not know; but this mattered very little,
- our boat was slowly sinking beneath us, and it could make
no difference whether we went down in one spot or another. I
sat and racked my brain to think what could be done in this
fearful emergency. To bail any longer was useless labor, and
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«When will it be time,asked Mrs. Lecks, “for us to put on
the life-preservers ? When the water gets nearly to the seats ? »
I answered that we should not wait any longer than that, but
in my own mind I could not see any advantage in putting them
on at all. Why should we wish to lengthen our lives by a few
hours of helpless floating upon the ocean?
“Very good,” said Mrs. Lecks: “I'll keep a watch on the
water. One of them cans was filled with lobster, which would
be more than likely to disagree with us, and I've throwed it out;
but the other had baked beans in it, and the best thing we can
do is to eat some of these right away. They are mighty nour-
ishin', and will keep up strength as well as anythin’; and then,
as you said there's a keg of water in the boat, we can all take a
drink of that, and it'll make us feel like new creatur's. You'll
have to take the beans in your hands, for we've got no spoons
nor forks. ”
Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine were each curled up out of
reach of the water, the first in the stern, and the other on the
aft thwart. The day was now beginning to break, and we could
see about us very distinctly. Before reaching out her hands
to receive her beans, Mrs. Aleshine washed them in the water in
the boat, remarking at the same time that she might as well
make use of it since it was there. Having then wiped her hands
some part of her apparel, they were filled with beans from
the newspaper held by Mrs. Lecks, and these were passed over
to me. I was very hungry; and when I had finished my beans,
I agreed with my companions that although they would have
been a great deal better if heated up with butter, pepper, and
salt, they were very comforting as they were. One of the empty
cans was now passed to me; and after having been asked by
Mrs. Lecks to rinse it out very carefully, we all satisfied our taste
from the water in the keg.
« Cold baked beans and lukewarm water ain't exactly com-
pany victuals,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “but there's many a poor
wretch would be glad to get 'em. ”
I could not imagine any poor wretch who would be glad of
the food together with the attending circumstances; but I did
not say so.
« The water is just one finger from the bottom of the seat,"
said Mrs. Lecks, who had been stooping over to measure,
and
it's time to put on the life-preservers. ”
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"Very good,” said Mrs. Aleshine: hand me mine. ”
Each of us now buckled on a life-preserver; and as I did so,
I stood up upon a thwart and looked about me. It was quite
light now, and I could see for a long distance over the surface of
the ocean, which was gently rolling in wide, smooth swells. As
we rose upon the summit of one of these I saw
a dark spot
upon the water, just on the edge of our near horizon. “Is that
the steamer? ” I thought; "and has she not yet sunk ? "
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At this there came to me a glimmering of courageous hope.
If the steamer had remained afloat so long, it was probable
that on account of water-tight compartments, or for some other
reason, her sinking had reached its limit, and that if we could
get back to her we might be saved. But alas, how were we to
get back to her ? This boat would sink long, long before I could
row that distance.
However, I soon proclaimed the news to my companions,
whereupon Mrs. Aleshine prepared to stand upon a thwart and
see for herself. But Mrs. Lecks restrained her.
“Don't make things worse, Barb'ry Aleshine,” said she, "by
tumblin' overboard. If we've got to go into the water, let us do
it decently and in order. If that's the ship, Mr. Craig, don't you
suppose we can float ourselves to it in some way ? ”
I replied that by the help of a life-preserver a person who
could swim might reach the ship.
« But neither of us can swim,” said Mrs. Lecks; "for we've
lived where the water was never more'n a foot deep,- except
in time of freshets, when there's no swimmin' for man or beast.
But if we see you swim perhaps we can follow, after a fashion.
At any rate, we must do the best we can, and that's all there is
to be done. ”
“The water now,” remarked Mrs. Aleshine, “is so near to the
bottom of my seat that I've got to stand up, tumble overboard
or no. ”
"All right,” remarked Mrs. Lecks: "we'd better all stand up,
and let the boat sink under us. That will save our jumpin' over-
board, or rollin' out any which way, which might be awkward. ”
"Goodness gracious me! ” exclaimed Mrs. Aleshine. “You set
the oysters creepin' over me again! First you talk of the ship
sinkin' under us, and now it's the boat goin' to the bottom under
our feet.
Before any sinkin' 's to be done I'd ruther get out. ”
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Now, Barb'ry Aleshine,” said Mrs. Lecks, “stand up straight
and don't talk so much. It'll be a great deal better to be let
down gradual than to flop into the water all of a bunch. ”
“Very well,” said Mrs. Aleshine. < It
may
be best to get
used to it by degrees, but I must say I wish I was home. ”
As for me, I would have much preferred to jump overboard
at once, instead of waiting in this cold-blooded manner; but as
my companions had so far preserved their presence of mind, I
did not wish to do anything which might throw them into a
panic. I believed there would be no danger from the suction
caused by the sinking of a small boat like this; and if we took
care not to entangle ourselves with it in any way, we might as
well follow Mrs. Lecks's advice as not. So we all stood up, Mrs.
Lecks in the stern, I in the bow, and Mrs. Aleshine on a thwart
between us. The last did not appear to have quite room enough
for a steady footing; but as she remarked, it did not matter very
much, as the footing, broad or narrow, would not be there very
long
I am used to swimming, and have never hesitated to take
a plunge into river or ocean; but I must admit that it was
very trying to my nerves to stand up this way and wait for a
boat to sink beneath me. How the two women were affected I
do not know. They said nothing; but their faces indicated that
something disagreeable was about to happen, and that the less
that was said about it the better.
The boat had now sunk so much that the water was around
Mrs. Aleshine's feet, her standing-place being rather lower than
ours. I made myself certain that there were no ropes nor any
other means of entanglement near my companions or myself, and
then I waited. There seemed to be a good deal of buoyancy in
the bow and stern of the boat, and it was a frightfully long time
in sinking. The suspense became so utterly unendurable that I
was tempted to put one foot on the edge of the boat, and by
tipping it, put an end to this nerve-rack; but I refrained, for I
probably should throw the women off their balance, when they
might fall against some part of the boat and do themselves
a hurt. I had just relinquished this intention, when two little
waves seemed to rise one on each side of Mrs. Aleshine; and
gently flowing over the side of the boat, they flooded her feet
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ward me,
"Hold your breaths! ” I shouted. And now I experienced a
sensation which must have been very like that which comes to a
condemned criminal at the first indication of the pulling of the
drop. Then there was a horrible sinking, a gurgle, and a swash;
and the ocean, over which I had been gazing, appeared to rise
up and envelop me.
In a moment, however, my head was out of the water; and
looking hastily about me, I saw close by the heads and shoulders
of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine. The latter was vigorously
winking her eyes and blowing from her mouth some sea-water
that had got into it; but as soon as her eyes fell upon me she
exclaimed, “That was ever so much more suddint than I thought
it was goin' to be! ”
"Are you both all right? ”
"I suppose I am," said Mrs. Aleshine; “but I never thought
that a person with a life-preserver on would go clean under the
water. ”
"But since you've come up again, you ought to be satisfied,”
said Mrs. Lecks. "And now,” she added, turning her face to-
which way ought we to try to swim ? and have we
got everythin' we want to take with us ? »
“What we haven't got we can't get,” remarked Mrs. Aleshine;
"and as for swimmin', I expect I'm goin' to make a poor hand
at it. ”
I had a hope, which was not quite strong enough to be a
belief, that, supported by their life-preservers, the two women
might paddle themselves along; and that by giving them in turn
a helping hand, I might eventually get them to the steamer.
There was a strong probability that I should not succeed, but I
did not care to think of that.
I now swam in front of my companions, and endeavored to
instruct them in the best method of propelling themselves with
their arms and their hands. If they succeeded in this, I thought
I would give them some further lessons in striking out with their
feet. After watching me attentively, Mrs. Lecks did manage to
move herself slowly through the smooth water; but poor Mrs.
Aleshine could do nothing but splash.
“If there was anythin' to take hold of,” she said to me, “I
might get along; but I can't get any grip on the water, though
you seem to do it well enough. Look there! ” she added in a
higher voice. “Isn't that an oar floatin' over there? If you can
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get that for ine, I believe I can row myself much better than I
can swim. ”
This seemed an odd idea; but I swam over to the floating oar,
and brought it her. I was about to show her how she could
best use it, but she declined my advice.
« If I do it at all,” she said, “I must do it in my own way. ”
And taking the oar in her strong hands, she began to ply it on
the water, very much in the way in which she would handle a
broom. At first she dipped the blade too deeply, but correcting
this error, she soon began to paddle herself along at a slow but
steady rate.
"Capital! I cried. « You do that admirably! ”
"Anybody who's swept as many rooms as I have,” she said,
“ought to be able to handle anythin' that can be used like a
broom.
Isn't there another oar ? ” cried Mrs. Lecks, who had now
been left a little distance behind us. “If there is, I want one. ”
Looking about me, I soon discovered another floating oar, and
brought it to Mrs. Lecks; who, after holding it in various posi-
tions, so as to get "the hang of it,” as she said, soon began to
use it with as much skill as that shown by her friend. If either
of them had been obliged to use an oar in the ordinary way, I
fear they would have had a bad time of it; but considering the
implement in the light of a broom, its use immediately became
familiar to them, and they got on remarkably well.
I now took a position a little in advance of my companions,
and as I swam slowly they were easily able to keep up with
me. Mrs. Aleshine, being so stout, floated much higher out of the
water than either Mrs. Lecks or I, and this permitted her to use
her oar with a great deal of freedom. Sometimes she would give
such a vigorous brush to the water that she would turn herself
almost entirely around; but after a little practice she learned to
avoid undue efforts of this kind.
I was not positively sure that we were going in the right
direction, for my position did not allow me to see very far over
the water; but I remembered that when I was standing up in
the boat and made my discovery, the sun was just about to rise
in front of me, while the dark spot on the ocean lay to my left.
Judging, therefore, from the present position of the sun, which
was not very high, I concluded that we were moving toward
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steamer might be, I had no idea, for I was not accustomed to
judging distances at sea; but I believed that if we were careful
of our strength, and if the ocean continued as smooth as it now
was, we might eventually reach the vessel, provided she were yet
afloat.
"After you are fairly in the water,” said Mrs. Aleshine, as
she swept along, although without the velocity which that phrase
usually implies, “it isn't half so bad as I thought it would be.
For one thing, it don't feel a bit salt, although I must say it
tasted horribly that way when I first went into it. ”
“You didn't expect to find pickle-brine, did you ? ” said Mrs.
Lecks.
“Though if it was, I suppose we could float on it set-
tin”. »
"And as to bein' cold,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “the part of me
that's in is actually more comfortable than that which is out. ”
« There's one thing I would have been afraid of,” said Mrs.
Lecks, “if we hadn't made preparations for it, and that's sharks. ”
« Preparations! I exclaimed. «How in the world did you
prepare for sharks ? »
Easy enough,” said Mrs. Lecks. “When we went down into
our room to get ready to go away in the boats, we both put on
black stockin's. I've read that sharks never bite colored people,
although if they see a white man in the water they'll snap him
up as quick as lightnin'; and black stockin's was the nearest we
could come to it. You see, I thought as like as not we'd have
some sort of an upset before we got through. ”
“It's a great comfort,” remarked Mrs. Aleshine; "and I'm
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it a rule: Black stockin's for sharks. ”
“I suppose in your case,” said Mrs. Lecks, addressing me,
« dark trousers will do as well. ”
To which I answered that I sincerely hoped they would.
"Another thing I'm thankful for,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “is that
I thought to put on a flannel skeert. ”
"And what's the good of it,” said Mrs. Lecks, “when it's sop-
pin' wet ? »
“Flannel's flannel,” replied her friend, “whether it's wet or
dry; and if you'd had the rheumatism as much as I have, you'd
know it. ”
To this Mrs. Lecks replied with a sniff, and asked me how
soon I thought we would get sight of the ship; for if we were
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going the wrong way, and had to turn round and go back, it
would certainly be very provoking.
I should have been happy indeed to be able to give a satis-
factory answer to this question. Every time that we rose upon
a swell I threw a rapid glance around the whole circle of the
horizon; and at last, not a quarter of an hour after Mrs. Lecks's
question, I was rejoiced to see, almost in the direction in which
I supposed it ought to be, the dark spot which I had before
discovered. I shouted the glad news, and as rose again
my companions strained their eyes in the direction to which I
pointed. They both saw it, and were greatly satisfied.
“Now then,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “it seems as if there was
somethin' to work for ”; and she began to sweep her oar with
great vigor.
"If you want to tire yourself out before you get there,
Barb'ry Aleshine," said Mrs. Lecks, "you'd better go on in
Now what I advise is, that we stop rowin' altogether
and have somethin' to eat; for I'm sure we need it to keep up
our strength. ”
“Eat! » I cried. “What are you going to eat ?
expect to catch fish ? »
"And eat 'em raw? ” said Mrs. Lecks. “I should think not.
But do you suppose, Mr. Craig, that Mrs. Aleshine and me would
go off and leave that ship without takin' somethin' to eat by the
Let's all gether here in a bunch, and see what sort of a
meal we can make. And now, Barb'ry Aleshine, if you lay your
oar down there on the water, I recommend you to tie it to one
of your bonnet-strings, or it'll be floatin' away, and you won't get
it again. "
As she said this, Mrs. Lecks put her right hand down into
the water and fumbled about, apparently in search of a pocket.
I could not but smile, as I thought of the condition of food
when for an hour or more it had been a couple of feet under
the surface of the ocean; but my ideas on the subject were
entirely changed when I saw Mrs. Lecks hold up in the air two
German sausages, and shake the briny drops from their smooth
and glittering surfaces.
“There's nothin',” she said, "like sausages for shipwreck and
that kind o' thing. They're very sustainin'; and bein' covered
with a tight skin, water can't get at 'em, no matter how you
carry 'em. I wouldn't bring these out in the boat, because havin'
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the beans we might as well eat them. Have you a knife about
you, Mr. Craig ? ”
I produced a dripping jack-knife; and after the open blade
had been waved in the air to dry it a little, Mrs. Lecks pro-
ceeded to divide one of the sausages, handing the other to me to
hold meanwhile.
“Now don't go eatin' sausages without bread, if you don't
want 'em to give you dyspepsy,” said Mrs. Aleshine, who was
tugging at a submarine pocket.
« I'm very much afraid your bread is all soaked,” said Mrs.
Lecks.
To which her friend replied that that remained to be seen,
and forth with produced with a splash a glass preserve-jar with a
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"I saw this nearly empty as I looked into the ship's pantry,
and I stuffed into it all the soft biscuits it would hold. There
was some sort of jam left at the bottom, so that the one who
gets the last biscuit will have somethin' of a little spread on
it. And now, Mrs. Lecks,” she continued triumphantly, as she
unscrewed the top, “that rubber ring has kept 'em as dry as
chips. I'm mighty glad of it, for I had trouble enough gettin
this jar into my pocket, - and gettin' it out, too, for that matter. ”
Floating thus, with our hands and shoulders above the water,
we made a very good meal from the sausages and soft biscuit.
« Barb'ry Aleshine,” said Mrs. Lecks, as her friend proceeded
to cut the second sausage, “don't you lay that knife down when
you've done with it, as if 't was an oar; for if you do it'll sink,
as like as not, about six miles. I've read that the ocean is as
deep as that in some places. ”
“Goodness gracious me! ” exclaimed Mrs. Aleshine, “I hope
we are not over one of them deep spots. ”
“There's no knowin',” said Mrs. Lecks; “but if it's more com-
fortin' to think it's shallerer, we'll make up our minds that way.
Now then,” she continued, "we'll finish off this meal with a little
somethin' to drink. I'm not given to takin' spirits; but I never
travel without a little whisky, ready mixed with water, to take if
it should be needed. ”
So saying, she produced from one of her pockets a whisky
flask tightly corked, and of its contents we each took a sip; Mrs.
Aleshine remarking that leaving out being chilled or colicky, we
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Thus refreshed and strengthened, Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Ale-
shine took up their oars, while I swam slightly in advance, as
before. When, with occasional intermissions of rest, and a good
deal of desultory conversation, we had swept and swam for about
an hour, Mrs. Lecks suddenly exclaimed, “I can see that thing
ever so much plainer now, and I don't believe it's a ship at all.
To me it looks like bushes. ”
“You're mighty long-sighted without your specs,” said Mrs.
Aleshine, “and I'm not sure but what you're right. ”
For ten minutes or more I had been puzzling over the shape
of the dark spot, which was now nearly all the time in sight. Its
peculiar form had filled me with a dreadful fear that it was the
steamer, bottom upward; although I knew enough about nautical
matters to have no good reason to suppose that this could be
the case.
I am not far-sighted; but when Mrs. Lecks suggested
bushes, I gazed at the distant object with totally different ideas,
and soon began to believe that it was not a ship, either right
side up or wrong side up, but that it might be an island. This
belief I proclaimed to my companions; and for some time we all
worked with increased energy, in the desire to get near enough
to make ourselves certain in regard to this point.
"As true as I'm standin' here,” said Mrs. Lecks, who, although
she could not read without spectacles, had remarkably good sight
at long range, “them is trees and bushes that I see before me,
though they do seem to be growin' right out of the water. ”
« There's an island under them; you may be sure of that! ”
I cried. “And isn't this ever so much better than a sinking
ship? ”
“I'm not so sure about that,” said Mrs. Aleshine. « I'm used
to the ship, and as long as it didn't sink I'd prefer it. There's
plenty to eat on board of it, and good beds to sleep on, which
is more than can be expected on a little bushy place like that
ahead of us. But then the ship might sink all of a suddint, -
beds, victuals, and all. ”
"Do you suppose that is the island the other boats went to ? »
asked Mrs. Lecks.
This question I had already asked of myself. I had been told
that the island to which the captain intended to take his boats
lay about thirty miles south of the point where we left the
steamer. Now, I knew very well that we had not come thirty
miles; and had reasons to believe, moreover, that the greater part
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of the progress we had made had been toward the north. It was
not at all probable that the position of this island was unknown
to our captain; and it must therefore have been considered by
him as an unsuitable place for the landing of his passengers.
There might be many reasons for this unsuitableness: the island
might be totally barren and desolate; it might be the abode of
unpleasant natives; and more important than anything else, it
was in all probability a spot where steamers never touched.
But whatever its disadvantages, I was most wildly desirous to
reach it; more so, I believe, than either of my companions. I do
not mean that they were not sensible of their danger, and desir-
ous to be freed from it; but they were women who had probably
had a rough time of it during a great part of their lives, and on
emerging from their little circle of rural experiences accepted
with equanimity, and almost as a matter of course, the rough
times which come to people in the great outside world.
"I do not believe," I said, in answer to Mrs. Lecks, that
that is the island to which the captain would have taken us; but
whatever it is, it is dry land, and we must get there as soon as
we can. ”
“That's true," said Mrs. Aleshine, “for I'd like to have ground
nearer to my feet than six miles; and if we don't find anythin'
to eat and any place to sleep when we get there, it's no
than can be said of where we are now. ”
“You're too particular, Barb'ry Aleshine,” said Mrs. Lecks,
"about your comforts. If you find the ground too hard to sleep
on when you get there, you can put on your life-preserver, and
go to bed in the water. »
“Very good,” said Mrs. Aleshine; and if these islands are
made of coral, as I've heard they was, and if they're as full of
small p’ints as some coral I've got at home, you'll be glad to
take a berth by me, Mrs. Lecks. ”
I counseled my companions to follow me as rapidly as pos-
sible, and we all pushed vigorously forward. When we had ap-
proached near enough to the island to see what sort of place it
really was, we perceived that it was a low-lying spot, apparently
covered with verdure, and surrounded, as far as we could see as
we rose on the swells, by a rocky reef, against which a tolerably
high surf was running. I knew enough of the formation of these
coral islands to suppose that within this reef was a lagoon of
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barrier. It was necessary to try to find one of these; for it would
be difficult and perhaps dangerous to attempt to land through
the surf.
Before us we could see a continuous line of white-capped
breakers; and so I led my little party to the right, hoping that
we should soon see signs of an opening in the reef.
We swam and paddled, however, for a long time, and still
the surf rolled menacingly on the rocks before us.
We were
now as close to the island as we could approach with safety; and
I determined to circumnavigate it, if necessary, before I would
attempt with these two women to land upon that jagged reef.
At last we perceived, at no great distance before us, a spot where
there seemed to be no breakers; and when we reached it we
found, to our unutterable delight, that here was smooth water
flowing through a wide opening in the reef. The rocks were
piled up quite high, and the reef, at this point at least, was
wide one; for as we neared the opening we found that it nar-
rowed very soon and made a turn to the left, so that from the
outside we could not see into the lagoon.
I swam into this smooth water, followed close by Mrs. Lecks
and Mrs. Aleshine, — who however soon became unable to use
their oars, owing to the proximity of the rocks. Dropping
these useful implements, they managed to paddle after me with
their hands; and they were as much astonished as I was when,
just after making the slight turn, we found stretched across the
narrow passage a great iron bar about eight or ten inches above
the water. A little farther on, and two or three feet above the
water, another iron bar extended from one rocky wall to the
other. Without uttering a word I examined the lower bar, and
found one end of it fastened by means of a huge padlock to a
great staple driven into the rock. The lock was securely wrapped
in what appeared to be tarred canvas. A staple through an eye-
hole in the bar secured the other end of it to the rocks.
« These bars were put here,” I exclaimed, "to keep out boats,
whether at high or low water. You see they can only be thrown
out of the way by taking off the padlocks. ”
“They won't keep us out,” said Mrs. Lecks, "for we can duck
under. I suppose whoever put 'em here didn't expect anybody
to arrive on life-preservers. ”
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LIZABETH BARSTOW, the wife of Richard Henry Stoddard, was
born in Massachusetts, May 6th, 1823. She was married to
the poet in 1851; and a few years later began to write sto-
ries and poems so intense and individual, that though anonymous
they were recognized at once as the work of a new writer. The
Morgesons' appeared in 1862, “Two Men'in 1865, and Temple House'
in 1867, a new edition being issued in 1888.
In advance of her time by a generation, Mrs. Stoddard belongs
to the school of Maeterlinck and Ibsen rather than to the romantic
period of fiction of the day in which she wrote. Whether she records
humble life in a New England village, as in “Two Men'; or the story
of an ancestral mansion in an American seaport town, as in “Temple
House”; or the history of a “queer” family, as in “The Morgesons,'-
her work is metaphysical like Ibsen's. Her men and women repro-
duce types not infrequently found in forgotten New England towns.
They are strong self-centred characters, in whom an active intellect
and intense nervous energy, compressed by narrow surroundings, pro-
duce numberless idiosyncrasies. In their moral isolation, they are
still grim Puritans in everything but creed. Mrs. Stoddard draws
them with a wonderful comprehension of the hidden springs of their
action. Like Ibsen, she exemplifies life and illustrates her dramatic
force in breathless tragic episodes.
It is true, however, that before she is a dramatist, she is a psy-
chologist: a sphinx sitting on the stony way to the temple, and
looking with unquestioning eyes into life's problem. That method of
suggestion which is our latest fashion in literature, Mrs. Stoddard
used when it was not a fashion, but a form of reticence. There are
descriptions in her novels cut with a chisel; others in which nature
is used as a background to scenes of intense thought, in moments
of outward stillness. She was a realist before the word had been
defined. She dwells in shadows as grim as those of Wuthering
Heights,' in an atmosphere so dense that we see the movements of
her characters as through a thick glass screen; but each person, each
scene, is touched with a gleam of poetic light.
It is as a poet, perhaps, that she has gained her highest fame;
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Mr. Leslie Stephen, is more remarkable than her (Temple House. '
Mrs. Stoddard has been writing and publishing poems since her girl-
hood, but they were not collected until 1896. In them is reflected
the spirit of her fiction, the tragic atmosphere with which her novels
are surcharged. Burning with intensity, if a spirit so hopeless may
be said to burn, these strange, reserved, yet passionately regretful
lyrics have for their theme the pain of quiet endurance, the disap-
pointment of an ardent fancy, and the sorrow of an unsatisfied heart.
Those written in early youth might have been penned by Maeterlinck,
— tragical, musical, introspective; Stoddard himself might have taught
her the ringing, forcible strains in The House by the Sea, or in
(Xanthos) and Achilles,' — poems in blank verse, sonorous, dignified,
individual. The highest expression of her poetic gift is found per-
haps in short poems, like Mercedes,' where passion, sullen, deep, and
pitiless, veils itself in tropical beauty.
In both her poems and her novels is reflected her sense of the
beauty and aloofness of nature; of the dusty answers to the clam-
ors of impetuous human souls.
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From «Temple House. Copyright 1888, by 0. M. Dunham. Published by the
Cassell Publishing Company
AT SUTCLIFFE announced to Argus one morning that spring
had come. The ice on the shores and inside the bay was
giving way. And he asked Argus if gales were not to be
looked for? They compared notes about the weather, and con-
cluded to look for southerly storms.
The weather softened so that very day that Tempe threw
aside her shawl, and Roxalana made the tour of all the rooms,
and by way of a walk went up to the attic to look over the
fields and bay. She remarked to Argus, on coming down, that
she had never seen the White Flat so plainly: it appeared to be
stretching across the harbor's mouth.
« The ice made it look so, probably,” he replied.
The snow around the house began to melt, and in the still-
ness they heard the water trickling everywhere.
“Soon,” said Roxalana, the buds will begin to swell.
more sensi.
ble, I think, if we had tried to squeeze into one of the others. ”
Now, Barb'ry Aleshine," said Mrs. Lecks, “don't you begin
findin' fault with good fortune when it comes to you.
Here
we've got a comfortable boat, with room enough to set easy and
stretch out if we want to. If the water is comin' in, what we've
got to do is to get it out again just as fast as we can. What's
the best way to do that, Mr. Craig ? ”
We must bail her out, and lose no time about it,” said I.
« If I can find the leak I may be able to stop it. ”
I now looked about for something to bail with, and the two
women aided actively in the search. I found one leather scoop
in the bow; but as it was well that we should all go to work, I
took two tin cans that had been put in by some one who had
begun to provision the boat, and proceeded to cut the tops from
them with my jack-knife.
“Don't lose what's in 'em,” said Mrs. Lecks; that is, if it's
anythin' we'd be likely to want to eat. If it's tomatoes, pour it
into the sea, for nobody ought to eat tomatoes put up in tins. ”
I hastily passed the cans to Mrs. Lecks, and I saw her empty
the contents of one into the sea, and those of the other on a
newspaper which she took from her pocket and placed in the
stern.
I pulled up the movable floor and threw it overboard, and
then began to bail.
“I thought,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “that they always had pumps
for leaks. ”
“Now, Barb'ry Aleshine,” said Mrs. Lecks, "just gether your-
self up on one of them seats and go to work. The less talkin'
we do and the more scoopin', the better it'll be for us. ”
soon perceived that it would have been difficult to find two
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and Mrs. Aleshine. They were evidently used to work, and were
able to accommodate themselves to the unusual circumstances in
which they were placed. We threw out the water very rapidly,
and every little while I stopped bailing and felt about to see if
I could discover where it came in. As these attempts met with
no success, I gave them up after a time, and set about bailing
with new vigor, believing that if we could get the boat nearly
dry, I should surely be able to find the leak.
But after working half an hour more, I found that the job
would be a long one; and if we all worked at once, we should all
be tired out at once, and that might be disastrous. Therefore I
proposed that we should take turns in resting, and Mrs. Aleshine
was ordered to stop work for a time. After this Mrs. Lecks took
a rest, and when she went to work I stopped bailing and began
again to search for the leak.
For about two hours we worked in this way, and then I con-
cluded it was useless to continue any longer this vain exertion.
With three of us bailing we were able to keep the water at the
level we first found it; but with only two at work it slightly gained
upon us, so that now there was more water in the boat than when
we first discovered it. The boat was an iron one, and the leak in
it I could neither find nor remedy. It had probably been caused
by the warping of the metal under a hot sun; an accident which,
I am told, frequently occurs to iron boats. The little craft, which
would have been a life-boat had its air-boxes remained intact,
was now probably leaking from stem to stern; and in searching
for the leak without the protection of the flooring, my weight
had doubtless assisted in opening the seams, for it was quite
plain that the water was now coming in more rapidly than it did
at first. We were very tired; and even Mrs. Lecks, who had all
along counseled us to keep at work and not to waste one breath
in talking, now admitted that it was of no use to try to get the
water out of that boat.
It had been some hours since I had used the oars, but whether
we had drifted or remained where we were when I stopped row-
ing, of course I could not know; but this mattered very little,
- our boat was slowly sinking beneath us, and it could make
no difference whether we went down in one spot or another. I
sat and racked my brain to think what could be done in this
fearful emergency. To bail any longer was useless labor, and
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«When will it be time,asked Mrs. Lecks, “for us to put on
the life-preservers ? When the water gets nearly to the seats ? »
I answered that we should not wait any longer than that, but
in my own mind I could not see any advantage in putting them
on at all. Why should we wish to lengthen our lives by a few
hours of helpless floating upon the ocean?
“Very good,” said Mrs. Lecks: “I'll keep a watch on the
water. One of them cans was filled with lobster, which would
be more than likely to disagree with us, and I've throwed it out;
but the other had baked beans in it, and the best thing we can
do is to eat some of these right away. They are mighty nour-
ishin', and will keep up strength as well as anythin’; and then,
as you said there's a keg of water in the boat, we can all take a
drink of that, and it'll make us feel like new creatur's. You'll
have to take the beans in your hands, for we've got no spoons
nor forks. ”
Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine were each curled up out of
reach of the water, the first in the stern, and the other on the
aft thwart. The day was now beginning to break, and we could
see about us very distinctly. Before reaching out her hands
to receive her beans, Mrs. Aleshine washed them in the water in
the boat, remarking at the same time that she might as well
make use of it since it was there. Having then wiped her hands
some part of her apparel, they were filled with beans from
the newspaper held by Mrs. Lecks, and these were passed over
to me. I was very hungry; and when I had finished my beans,
I agreed with my companions that although they would have
been a great deal better if heated up with butter, pepper, and
salt, they were very comforting as they were. One of the empty
cans was now passed to me; and after having been asked by
Mrs. Lecks to rinse it out very carefully, we all satisfied our taste
from the water in the keg.
« Cold baked beans and lukewarm water ain't exactly com-
pany victuals,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “but there's many a poor
wretch would be glad to get 'em. ”
I could not imagine any poor wretch who would be glad of
the food together with the attending circumstances; but I did
not say so.
« The water is just one finger from the bottom of the seat,"
said Mrs. Lecks, who had been stooping over to measure,
and
it's time to put on the life-preservers. ”
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"Very good,” said Mrs. Aleshine: hand me mine. ”
Each of us now buckled on a life-preserver; and as I did so,
I stood up upon a thwart and looked about me. It was quite
light now, and I could see for a long distance over the surface of
the ocean, which was gently rolling in wide, smooth swells. As
we rose upon the summit of one of these I saw
a dark spot
upon the water, just on the edge of our near horizon. “Is that
the steamer? ” I thought; "and has she not yet sunk ? "
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At this there came to me a glimmering of courageous hope.
If the steamer had remained afloat so long, it was probable
that on account of water-tight compartments, or for some other
reason, her sinking had reached its limit, and that if we could
get back to her we might be saved. But alas, how were we to
get back to her ? This boat would sink long, long before I could
row that distance.
However, I soon proclaimed the news to my companions,
whereupon Mrs. Aleshine prepared to stand upon a thwart and
see for herself. But Mrs. Lecks restrained her.
“Don't make things worse, Barb'ry Aleshine,” said she, "by
tumblin' overboard. If we've got to go into the water, let us do
it decently and in order. If that's the ship, Mr. Craig, don't you
suppose we can float ourselves to it in some way ? ”
I replied that by the help of a life-preserver a person who
could swim might reach the ship.
« But neither of us can swim,” said Mrs. Lecks; "for we've
lived where the water was never more'n a foot deep,- except
in time of freshets, when there's no swimmin' for man or beast.
But if we see you swim perhaps we can follow, after a fashion.
At any rate, we must do the best we can, and that's all there is
to be done. ”
“The water now,” remarked Mrs. Aleshine, “is so near to the
bottom of my seat that I've got to stand up, tumble overboard
or no. ”
"All right,” remarked Mrs. Lecks: "we'd better all stand up,
and let the boat sink under us. That will save our jumpin' over-
board, or rollin' out any which way, which might be awkward. ”
"Goodness gracious me! ” exclaimed Mrs. Aleshine. “You set
the oysters creepin' over me again! First you talk of the ship
sinkin' under us, and now it's the boat goin' to the bottom under
our feet.
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Now, Barb'ry Aleshine,” said Mrs. Lecks, “stand up straight
and don't talk so much. It'll be a great deal better to be let
down gradual than to flop into the water all of a bunch. ”
“Very well,” said Mrs. Aleshine. < It
may
be best to get
used to it by degrees, but I must say I wish I was home. ”
As for me, I would have much preferred to jump overboard
at once, instead of waiting in this cold-blooded manner; but as
my companions had so far preserved their presence of mind, I
did not wish to do anything which might throw them into a
panic. I believed there would be no danger from the suction
caused by the sinking of a small boat like this; and if we took
care not to entangle ourselves with it in any way, we might as
well follow Mrs. Lecks's advice as not. So we all stood up, Mrs.
Lecks in the stern, I in the bow, and Mrs. Aleshine on a thwart
between us. The last did not appear to have quite room enough
for a steady footing; but as she remarked, it did not matter very
much, as the footing, broad or narrow, would not be there very
long
I am used to swimming, and have never hesitated to take
a plunge into river or ocean; but I must admit that it was
very trying to my nerves to stand up this way and wait for a
boat to sink beneath me. How the two women were affected I
do not know. They said nothing; but their faces indicated that
something disagreeable was about to happen, and that the less
that was said about it the better.
The boat had now sunk so much that the water was around
Mrs. Aleshine's feet, her standing-place being rather lower than
ours. I made myself certain that there were no ropes nor any
other means of entanglement near my companions or myself, and
then I waited. There seemed to be a good deal of buoyancy in
the bow and stern of the boat, and it was a frightfully long time
in sinking. The suspense became so utterly unendurable that I
was tempted to put one foot on the edge of the boat, and by
tipping it, put an end to this nerve-rack; but I refrained, for I
probably should throw the women off their balance, when they
might fall against some part of the boat and do themselves
a hurt. I had just relinquished this intention, when two little
waves seemed to rise one on each side of Mrs. Aleshine; and
gently flowing over the side of the boat, they flooded her feet
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"Hold your breaths! ” I shouted. And now I experienced a
sensation which must have been very like that which comes to a
condemned criminal at the first indication of the pulling of the
drop. Then there was a horrible sinking, a gurgle, and a swash;
and the ocean, over which I had been gazing, appeared to rise
up and envelop me.
In a moment, however, my head was out of the water; and
looking hastily about me, I saw close by the heads and shoulders
of Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Aleshine. The latter was vigorously
winking her eyes and blowing from her mouth some sea-water
that had got into it; but as soon as her eyes fell upon me she
exclaimed, “That was ever so much more suddint than I thought
it was goin' to be! ”
"Are you both all right? ”
"I suppose I am," said Mrs. Aleshine; “but I never thought
that a person with a life-preserver on would go clean under the
water. ”
"But since you've come up again, you ought to be satisfied,”
said Mrs. Lecks. "And now,” she added, turning her face to-
which way ought we to try to swim ? and have we
got everythin' we want to take with us ? »
“What we haven't got we can't get,” remarked Mrs. Aleshine;
"and as for swimmin', I expect I'm goin' to make a poor hand
at it. ”
I had a hope, which was not quite strong enough to be a
belief, that, supported by their life-preservers, the two women
might paddle themselves along; and that by giving them in turn
a helping hand, I might eventually get them to the steamer.
There was a strong probability that I should not succeed, but I
did not care to think of that.
I now swam in front of my companions, and endeavored to
instruct them in the best method of propelling themselves with
their arms and their hands. If they succeeded in this, I thought
I would give them some further lessons in striking out with their
feet. After watching me attentively, Mrs. Lecks did manage to
move herself slowly through the smooth water; but poor Mrs.
Aleshine could do nothing but splash.
“If there was anythin' to take hold of,” she said to me, “I
might get along; but I can't get any grip on the water, though
you seem to do it well enough. Look there! ” she added in a
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get that for ine, I believe I can row myself much better than I
can swim. ”
This seemed an odd idea; but I swam over to the floating oar,
and brought it her. I was about to show her how she could
best use it, but she declined my advice.
« If I do it at all,” she said, “I must do it in my own way. ”
And taking the oar in her strong hands, she began to ply it on
the water, very much in the way in which she would handle a
broom. At first she dipped the blade too deeply, but correcting
this error, she soon began to paddle herself along at a slow but
steady rate.
"Capital! I cried. « You do that admirably! ”
"Anybody who's swept as many rooms as I have,” she said,
“ought to be able to handle anythin' that can be used like a
broom.
Isn't there another oar ? ” cried Mrs. Lecks, who had now
been left a little distance behind us. “If there is, I want one. ”
Looking about me, I soon discovered another floating oar, and
brought it to Mrs. Lecks; who, after holding it in various posi-
tions, so as to get "the hang of it,” as she said, soon began to
use it with as much skill as that shown by her friend. If either
of them had been obliged to use an oar in the ordinary way, I
fear they would have had a bad time of it; but considering the
implement in the light of a broom, its use immediately became
familiar to them, and they got on remarkably well.
I now took a position a little in advance of my companions,
and as I swam slowly they were easily able to keep up with
me. Mrs. Aleshine, being so stout, floated much higher out of the
water than either Mrs. Lecks or I, and this permitted her to use
her oar with a great deal of freedom. Sometimes she would give
such a vigorous brush to the water that she would turn herself
almost entirely around; but after a little practice she learned to
avoid undue efforts of this kind.
I was not positively sure that we were going in the right
direction, for my position did not allow me to see very far over
the water; but I remembered that when I was standing up in
the boat and made my discovery, the sun was just about to rise
in front of me, while the dark spot on the ocean lay to my left.
Judging, therefore, from the present position of the sun, which
was not very high, I concluded that we were moving toward
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steamer might be, I had no idea, for I was not accustomed to
judging distances at sea; but I believed that if we were careful
of our strength, and if the ocean continued as smooth as it now
was, we might eventually reach the vessel, provided she were yet
afloat.
"After you are fairly in the water,” said Mrs. Aleshine, as
she swept along, although without the velocity which that phrase
usually implies, “it isn't half so bad as I thought it would be.
For one thing, it don't feel a bit salt, although I must say it
tasted horribly that way when I first went into it. ”
“You didn't expect to find pickle-brine, did you ? ” said Mrs.
Lecks.
“Though if it was, I suppose we could float on it set-
tin”. »
"And as to bein' cold,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “the part of me
that's in is actually more comfortable than that which is out. ”
« There's one thing I would have been afraid of,” said Mrs.
Lecks, “if we hadn't made preparations for it, and that's sharks. ”
« Preparations! I exclaimed. «How in the world did you
prepare for sharks ? »
Easy enough,” said Mrs. Lecks. “When we went down into
our room to get ready to go away in the boats, we both put on
black stockin's. I've read that sharks never bite colored people,
although if they see a white man in the water they'll snap him
up as quick as lightnin'; and black stockin's was the nearest we
could come to it. You see, I thought as like as not we'd have
some sort of an upset before we got through. ”
“It's a great comfort,” remarked Mrs. Aleshine; "and I'm
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very glad you thought of it, Mrs. Lecks. After this I shall make
it a rule: Black stockin's for sharks. ”
“I suppose in your case,” said Mrs. Lecks, addressing me,
« dark trousers will do as well. ”
To which I answered that I sincerely hoped they would.
"Another thing I'm thankful for,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “is that
I thought to put on a flannel skeert. ”
"And what's the good of it,” said Mrs. Lecks, “when it's sop-
pin' wet ? »
“Flannel's flannel,” replied her friend, “whether it's wet or
dry; and if you'd had the rheumatism as much as I have, you'd
know it. ”
To this Mrs. Lecks replied with a sniff, and asked me how
soon I thought we would get sight of the ship; for if we were
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going the wrong way, and had to turn round and go back, it
would certainly be very provoking.
I should have been happy indeed to be able to give a satis-
factory answer to this question. Every time that we rose upon
a swell I threw a rapid glance around the whole circle of the
horizon; and at last, not a quarter of an hour after Mrs. Lecks's
question, I was rejoiced to see, almost in the direction in which
I supposed it ought to be, the dark spot which I had before
discovered. I shouted the glad news, and as rose again
my companions strained their eyes in the direction to which I
pointed. They both saw it, and were greatly satisfied.
“Now then,” said Mrs. Aleshine, “it seems as if there was
somethin' to work for ”; and she began to sweep her oar with
great vigor.
"If you want to tire yourself out before you get there,
Barb'ry Aleshine," said Mrs. Lecks, "you'd better go on in
Now what I advise is, that we stop rowin' altogether
and have somethin' to eat; for I'm sure we need it to keep up
our strength. ”
“Eat! » I cried. “What are you going to eat ?
expect to catch fish ? »
"And eat 'em raw? ” said Mrs. Lecks. “I should think not.
But do you suppose, Mr. Craig, that Mrs. Aleshine and me would
go off and leave that ship without takin' somethin' to eat by the
Let's all gether here in a bunch, and see what sort of a
meal we can make. And now, Barb'ry Aleshine, if you lay your
oar down there on the water, I recommend you to tie it to one
of your bonnet-strings, or it'll be floatin' away, and you won't get
it again. "
As she said this, Mrs. Lecks put her right hand down into
the water and fumbled about, apparently in search of a pocket.
I could not but smile, as I thought of the condition of food
when for an hour or more it had been a couple of feet under
the surface of the ocean; but my ideas on the subject were
entirely changed when I saw Mrs. Lecks hold up in the air two
German sausages, and shake the briny drops from their smooth
and glittering surfaces.
“There's nothin',” she said, "like sausages for shipwreck and
that kind o' thing. They're very sustainin'; and bein' covered
with a tight skin, water can't get at 'em, no matter how you
carry 'em. I wouldn't bring these out in the boat, because havin'
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the beans we might as well eat them. Have you a knife about
you, Mr. Craig ? ”
I produced a dripping jack-knife; and after the open blade
had been waved in the air to dry it a little, Mrs. Lecks pro-
ceeded to divide one of the sausages, handing the other to me to
hold meanwhile.
“Now don't go eatin' sausages without bread, if you don't
want 'em to give you dyspepsy,” said Mrs. Aleshine, who was
tugging at a submarine pocket.
« I'm very much afraid your bread is all soaked,” said Mrs.
Lecks.
To which her friend replied that that remained to be seen,
and forth with produced with a splash a glass preserve-jar with a
metal top.
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"I saw this nearly empty as I looked into the ship's pantry,
and I stuffed into it all the soft biscuits it would hold. There
was some sort of jam left at the bottom, so that the one who
gets the last biscuit will have somethin' of a little spread on
it. And now, Mrs. Lecks,” she continued triumphantly, as she
unscrewed the top, “that rubber ring has kept 'em as dry as
chips. I'm mighty glad of it, for I had trouble enough gettin
this jar into my pocket, - and gettin' it out, too, for that matter. ”
Floating thus, with our hands and shoulders above the water,
we made a very good meal from the sausages and soft biscuit.
« Barb'ry Aleshine,” said Mrs. Lecks, as her friend proceeded
to cut the second sausage, “don't you lay that knife down when
you've done with it, as if 't was an oar; for if you do it'll sink,
as like as not, about six miles. I've read that the ocean is as
deep as that in some places. ”
“Goodness gracious me! ” exclaimed Mrs. Aleshine, “I hope
we are not over one of them deep spots. ”
“There's no knowin',” said Mrs. Lecks; “but if it's more com-
fortin' to think it's shallerer, we'll make up our minds that way.
Now then,” she continued, "we'll finish off this meal with a little
somethin' to drink. I'm not given to takin' spirits; but I never
travel without a little whisky, ready mixed with water, to take if
it should be needed. ”
So saying, she produced from one of her pockets a whisky
flask tightly corked, and of its contents we each took a sip; Mrs.
Aleshine remarking that leaving out being chilled or colicky, we
were never likely to need it more than now.
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Thus refreshed and strengthened, Mrs. Lecks and Mrs. Ale-
shine took up their oars, while I swam slightly in advance, as
before. When, with occasional intermissions of rest, and a good
deal of desultory conversation, we had swept and swam for about
an hour, Mrs. Lecks suddenly exclaimed, “I can see that thing
ever so much plainer now, and I don't believe it's a ship at all.
To me it looks like bushes. ”
“You're mighty long-sighted without your specs,” said Mrs.
Aleshine, “and I'm not sure but what you're right. ”
For ten minutes or more I had been puzzling over the shape
of the dark spot, which was now nearly all the time in sight. Its
peculiar form had filled me with a dreadful fear that it was the
steamer, bottom upward; although I knew enough about nautical
matters to have no good reason to suppose that this could be
the case.
I am not far-sighted; but when Mrs. Lecks suggested
bushes, I gazed at the distant object with totally different ideas,
and soon began to believe that it was not a ship, either right
side up or wrong side up, but that it might be an island. This
belief I proclaimed to my companions; and for some time we all
worked with increased energy, in the desire to get near enough
to make ourselves certain in regard to this point.
"As true as I'm standin' here,” said Mrs. Lecks, who, although
she could not read without spectacles, had remarkably good sight
at long range, “them is trees and bushes that I see before me,
though they do seem to be growin' right out of the water. ”
« There's an island under them; you may be sure of that! ”
I cried. “And isn't this ever so much better than a sinking
ship? ”
“I'm not so sure about that,” said Mrs. Aleshine. « I'm used
to the ship, and as long as it didn't sink I'd prefer it. There's
plenty to eat on board of it, and good beds to sleep on, which
is more than can be expected on a little bushy place like that
ahead of us. But then the ship might sink all of a suddint, -
beds, victuals, and all. ”
"Do you suppose that is the island the other boats went to ? »
asked Mrs. Lecks.
This question I had already asked of myself. I had been told
that the island to which the captain intended to take his boats
lay about thirty miles south of the point where we left the
steamer. Now, I knew very well that we had not come thirty
miles; and had reasons to believe, moreover, that the greater part
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of the progress we had made had been toward the north. It was
not at all probable that the position of this island was unknown
to our captain; and it must therefore have been considered by
him as an unsuitable place for the landing of his passengers.
There might be many reasons for this unsuitableness: the island
might be totally barren and desolate; it might be the abode of
unpleasant natives; and more important than anything else, it
was in all probability a spot where steamers never touched.
But whatever its disadvantages, I was most wildly desirous to
reach it; more so, I believe, than either of my companions. I do
not mean that they were not sensible of their danger, and desir-
ous to be freed from it; but they were women who had probably
had a rough time of it during a great part of their lives, and on
emerging from their little circle of rural experiences accepted
with equanimity, and almost as a matter of course, the rough
times which come to people in the great outside world.
"I do not believe," I said, in answer to Mrs. Lecks, that
that is the island to which the captain would have taken us; but
whatever it is, it is dry land, and we must get there as soon as
we can. ”
“That's true," said Mrs. Aleshine, “for I'd like to have ground
nearer to my feet than six miles; and if we don't find anythin'
to eat and any place to sleep when we get there, it's no
than can be said of where we are now. ”
“You're too particular, Barb'ry Aleshine,” said Mrs. Lecks,
"about your comforts. If you find the ground too hard to sleep
on when you get there, you can put on your life-preserver, and
go to bed in the water. »
“Very good,” said Mrs. Aleshine; and if these islands are
made of coral, as I've heard they was, and if they're as full of
small p’ints as some coral I've got at home, you'll be glad to
take a berth by me, Mrs. Lecks. ”
I counseled my companions to follow me as rapidly as pos-
sible, and we all pushed vigorously forward. When we had ap-
proached near enough to the island to see what sort of place it
really was, we perceived that it was a low-lying spot, apparently
covered with verdure, and surrounded, as far as we could see as
we rose on the swells, by a rocky reef, against which a tolerably
high surf was running. I knew enough of the formation of these
coral islands to suppose that within this reef was a lagoon of
smooth water, into which there were openings through the rocky
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barrier. It was necessary to try to find one of these; for it would
be difficult and perhaps dangerous to attempt to land through
the surf.
Before us we could see a continuous line of white-capped
breakers; and so I led my little party to the right, hoping that
we should soon see signs of an opening in the reef.
We swam and paddled, however, for a long time, and still
the surf rolled menacingly on the rocks before us.
We were
now as close to the island as we could approach with safety; and
I determined to circumnavigate it, if necessary, before I would
attempt with these two women to land upon that jagged reef.
At last we perceived, at no great distance before us, a spot where
there seemed to be no breakers; and when we reached it we
found, to our unutterable delight, that here was smooth water
flowing through a wide opening in the reef. The rocks were
piled up quite high, and the reef, at this point at least, was
wide one; for as we neared the opening we found that it nar-
rowed very soon and made a turn to the left, so that from the
outside we could not see into the lagoon.
I swam into this smooth water, followed close by Mrs. Lecks
and Mrs. Aleshine, — who however soon became unable to use
their oars, owing to the proximity of the rocks. Dropping
these useful implements, they managed to paddle after me with
their hands; and they were as much astonished as I was when,
just after making the slight turn, we found stretched across the
narrow passage a great iron bar about eight or ten inches above
the water. A little farther on, and two or three feet above the
water, another iron bar extended from one rocky wall to the
other. Without uttering a word I examined the lower bar, and
found one end of it fastened by means of a huge padlock to a
great staple driven into the rock. The lock was securely wrapped
in what appeared to be tarred canvas. A staple through an eye-
hole in the bar secured the other end of it to the rocks.
« These bars were put here,” I exclaimed, "to keep out boats,
whether at high or low water. You see they can only be thrown
out of the way by taking off the padlocks. ”
“They won't keep us out,” said Mrs. Lecks, "for we can duck
under. I suppose whoever put 'em here didn't expect anybody
to arrive on life-preservers. ”
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LIZABETH BARSTOW, the wife of Richard Henry Stoddard, was
born in Massachusetts, May 6th, 1823. She was married to
the poet in 1851; and a few years later began to write sto-
ries and poems so intense and individual, that though anonymous
they were recognized at once as the work of a new writer. The
Morgesons' appeared in 1862, “Two Men'in 1865, and Temple House'
in 1867, a new edition being issued in 1888.
In advance of her time by a generation, Mrs. Stoddard belongs
to the school of Maeterlinck and Ibsen rather than to the romantic
period of fiction of the day in which she wrote. Whether she records
humble life in a New England village, as in “Two Men'; or the story
of an ancestral mansion in an American seaport town, as in “Temple
House”; or the history of a “queer” family, as in “The Morgesons,'-
her work is metaphysical like Ibsen's. Her men and women repro-
duce types not infrequently found in forgotten New England towns.
They are strong self-centred characters, in whom an active intellect
and intense nervous energy, compressed by narrow surroundings, pro-
duce numberless idiosyncrasies. In their moral isolation, they are
still grim Puritans in everything but creed. Mrs. Stoddard draws
them with a wonderful comprehension of the hidden springs of their
action. Like Ibsen, she exemplifies life and illustrates her dramatic
force in breathless tragic episodes.
It is true, however, that before she is a dramatist, she is a psy-
chologist: a sphinx sitting on the stony way to the temple, and
looking with unquestioning eyes into life's problem. That method of
suggestion which is our latest fashion in literature, Mrs. Stoddard
used when it was not a fashion, but a form of reticence. There are
descriptions in her novels cut with a chisel; others in which nature
is used as a background to scenes of intense thought, in moments
of outward stillness. She was a realist before the word had been
defined. She dwells in shadows as grim as those of Wuthering
Heights,' in an atmosphere so dense that we see the movements of
her characters as through a thick glass screen; but each person, each
scene, is touched with a gleam of poetic light.
It is as a poet, perhaps, that she has gained her highest fame;
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Mr. Leslie Stephen, is more remarkable than her (Temple House. '
Mrs. Stoddard has been writing and publishing poems since her girl-
hood, but they were not collected until 1896. In them is reflected
the spirit of her fiction, the tragic atmosphere with which her novels
are surcharged. Burning with intensity, if a spirit so hopeless may
be said to burn, these strange, reserved, yet passionately regretful
lyrics have for their theme the pain of quiet endurance, the disap-
pointment of an ardent fancy, and the sorrow of an unsatisfied heart.
Those written in early youth might have been penned by Maeterlinck,
— tragical, musical, introspective; Stoddard himself might have taught
her the ringing, forcible strains in The House by the Sea, or in
(Xanthos) and Achilles,' — poems in blank verse, sonorous, dignified,
individual. The highest expression of her poetic gift is found per-
haps in short poems, like Mercedes,' where passion, sullen, deep, and
pitiless, veils itself in tropical beauty.
In both her poems and her novels is reflected her sense of the
beauty and aloofness of nature; of the dusty answers to the clam-
ors of impetuous human souls.
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From «Temple House. Copyright 1888, by 0. M. Dunham. Published by the
Cassell Publishing Company
AT SUTCLIFFE announced to Argus one morning that spring
had come. The ice on the shores and inside the bay was
giving way. And he asked Argus if gales were not to be
looked for? They compared notes about the weather, and con-
cluded to look for southerly storms.
The weather softened so that very day that Tempe threw
aside her shawl, and Roxalana made the tour of all the rooms,
and by way of a walk went up to the attic to look over the
fields and bay. She remarked to Argus, on coming down, that
she had never seen the White Flat so plainly: it appeared to be
stretching across the harbor's mouth.
« The ice made it look so, probably,” he replied.
The snow around the house began to melt, and in the still-
ness they heard the water trickling everywhere.
“Soon,” said Roxalana, the buds will begin to swell.
