Before my dreaming eyes was the terror of a hungry, crunching tooth, fixed in the vessel’s side, that of the iceberg, lying black in the moonlight like a great coal crystal, grimly awaiting our approach, but the reality, as well as the figment, had disappeared when I emerged at sunrise from the suffocating cabin, to the atmosphere of the cool and quiet quarter-deck, which had just undergone its matutinal.

Armed with an orange and a biscuit for physical refreshment, I depended on sea and sky for my mental entertainment; and in my hand I bore a slender scroll, destined as a propitiatory offering to our offended helmsman.

I was glad to find again at the wheel our pilot of yesterday.

“Your iceberg has disappeared, Mr. Garth,” I said, as I extended to him the sketch I had made of his noble physique the day before, “and here is a picture for your wife, which she will see was not drawn for fun. Women are sharper than men about such matters. There, I bestow it not without regret.” He received my offering with a smile, and nod of his great curly head, opened it, gazed long and seriously upon it, and, with the single word “Good,” rolled it up again, and consigned it to some bosom pocket in his flannel shirt, into which it seemed to glide as a telescope into its case, revealing, as he did so, glimpses of a hairy breast, and vigorous chest, more admirable for strength than beauty, certainly.

“I will keep it there,” he said, “young miss,” pressing it closely against his side with his colossal hand, “until I get safe home to the Jarseys, and to Sall, or go to Davy’s locker, one or other, but which it will be, young gal young miss, I should be saying is not for me to know.”

“Nor for any one,” I rejoined, solemnly; “all rests with God.”

“With God and our engineer,” he resumed, tersely; “them sails is of little account, now the mainmast is struck away; them floppen petticoats, wat the wind loves to play in and out, layin’ along like a lazy lubber that it is, and leaving its work for others to do. It was a noble mast, though, while it stood and you could smell the turpentine blood in its heart to the very last. It was as limber as a sapling, and never growed brittle, like some wood, with age and dryness. No storm could splinter it, and it would fling itself over into the high waves sometimes, rayther than snap and lash them like a whip. But there it lies, burned with the fire of heaven’s wrath, at last, and leaving its fires of hell behind, in the heart of the Kosciusko.”

“You have changed your mind on the subject of engines, Mr. Garth, I am glad to see. Truly, ours seems to be doing giant’s work; now we are flying, to be sure.”

“Rushing, not flying, young lady that’s the word; our wings are little use to-day, you see, such as are left to us. Runnin’ for dear life, we’d better say, for that’s the truth of the matter, and may the merciful Lord speed us, and have in his care all helpless ones this day!”

The lifted hand, the bared head, the earnest accents, with which these words were spoken, gave to this simple utterance of good-will all the solemnity of a benediction or prayer.

I noticed that, after replacing his tarpaulin, the lips of Garth continued to move silently, then were compressed gravely for a time, while his eye, large, clear, and expressive, was fixed on space.

“Do you still see an iceberg, Mr. Garth? Do you really apprehend danger for us now?” I asked, after studying his countenance for a moment; “or, are you again desirous to try the nerves of your female passengers? I think I must apply to the captain this time for information.”

“Yes, danger,” he replied, in low, sad tones, ignoring my last remark, or perhaps not hearing it at all “danger, compared with which an iceberg might be considered in the light of a heavenly marcy. There is a chance of grazing one of them snow-bowlders, or of its drifting away from a ship, when the ripples reach it, or, if the wüst comes, a body can scramble overboard, and manage to live on the top of one of them peaks, or in one of their ice-caves, with a few blankets, and a little bread and junk and water, fur a space, so as to get a chance of meetin’ a ship, or a schooner; but, when there is something wrong in a ship’s heart, there ain’t much hope for rescue, onless it comes from above.”

He hesitated, smiling grimly, rolled his quid, crammed his hat down over his eyes, and again addressed himself to his wheel, and, for a few moments, I stood beside him silently.

“The ship is leaking, I suppose,” I said at last, “so that you apprehend her loss, perhaps,” and my heart sank coldly within me, as I spoke; “but, if this be true, why does not the captain apprise us? No, you are quizzing me again, and very cruelly this time, very unwarrantably.”

Yet I did not think exactly as I spoke, strive as I might to believe the man in jest. Too much solemnity and sorrow both were discernible in his worn and rugged features, hewn grandly as if from granite, to admit of a hope like this. His words were earnest, and some great calamity was in store, I could not doubt, or at least he apprehended such. For some time he replied not, then, slowing pointing to the base of the stricken mainmast, which still showed an elevation of some inches above the deck, he revealed to me the truth without a word.

As my eyes followed his guiding finger, I saw, with terror unspeakable, a thin blue wavering smoke-wreath, float upward from the floor, and, after curling feebly about the truncated mast, disappear in the clear sunlit atmosphere, again to arise from the same point, that of the juncture of the mast and deck, creeping through some invisible crevice, as it seemed to form itself eternally in filmy folds, and successively elude the eye as soon as it shaped to sight. I understood him then. There was fire in the heart of the ship, and I knew the hold was filled with cotton; it was smouldering slowly, and our safety was a question of time alone!

Pale, transfixed, frozen, I lifted my eyes to the man, who seemed to represent my fate for the moment. “Was it the lightning?” I asked, after a pause, during which his pitying eye rested on me drearily. “Did the fire occur in that way?”

“Yes, the lightning it was; and God’s hand, which sent the shaft direct, alone can deliver us.”

I seemed to hear the voice of Bertie speak these words. Things grew confused; I wavered as I stood, lifted my hand to my head; the face of Christian Garth grew large and dim, then, faded utterly. I knew no more until I found myself seated on a coil of rope, leaning against the bulwark, while a young girl stood beside me, fanning and bathing my face, and offering me a glass of water.

“You are better now,” she said, kindly; “the man at the wheel called me as I was passing, and pointed out your condition, and I led you here, and ran for water. Being up so early is apt to disagree with some people.”

“What are these people crawling about the deck for? Is all hope over, or was it only a dream?” I asked.

“Oh, you are quite wild yet from your swoon; it is only the calkers stopping up the seams, one of the captain’s queer whims they say; but how they are to dance to-night, those magnificos I mean, without ruining their slippers with this pitch, I cannot see! Thank Goodness! I belong to a church, and am not of this party, and don’t care on my own account, nor does the captain, I believe. I was placed under his care at Savannah, and I suppose it is only to stop the ball that ”

She was interrupted by the approach of the officer under discussion, but he passed us gloomily and went on to inspect the workmen so unseasonably employed, as it seemed, in a labor that, save in a case of long voyages, is always performed in port.

His melancholy air, and the preoccupation of his manner, confirmed my worst fears.

Again I sought the Ixion of the vessel, who calmly and stolidly performed his duty as if, indeed, Fate directed, without a change of feature now, or expression.

“Has the captain no hope of rescue, Mr. Garth?”

“Oh yes; he thinks we shall meet a ship or two between now and noon we ’most always do, you know” rolling his quid slowly, and hesitating for a while; “keep heart, keep heart! I had thought from your face you were stronger; besides, the pumps are doing good work in the hold: who knows what may come of it, who knows?”

Alas! alas! I could not rise to the level of this dim hope. “Think of the burning crowd, the sheet of flame, the terrible destruction!” I murmured; “I must go now and apprise those poor wretches below that their time is short; they have a right to know.”

His vice-like hand was on my arm. “You do not go a step on such an errand,” he muttered. “It is the captain’s business; he will ’tend to it when the time comes, for he is a true man, and, the bravest sailor on the line. He means to do what’s right, never fear. It is my dooty to hold you here until he comes, onless you promise me to be discreet.”

“I shall be discreet, never fear ” and his grasp relaxed. I sped me back to the coil of rope on which I had left my young companion, intending to partake with her there my biscuit and orange, so needed now for strength.

I found in her stead (for she had departed in the interval) a delicate-looking young woman, plain and poor, a widow evidently from the style of her shabby mourning and sad expression of face, bearing in her arms a weird and sickly-looking child, evidently a sufferer from spinal disease an infant as to size, but preternaturally old in countenance.

The steady gaze of its large and serious eyes affected me magnetically eyes that seemed ever seeking something that still eluded them, and which now appeared to inquire into my very soul.

“Is your little boy ill, madam?” I asked at last; and at the sound of my voice a smile broke over his small, sallow features, lending them strange beauty, but dying away instantly again into an expression of startled suspicion.

“Yes, very ill,” she answered, clasping him tenderly as he clung to her suddenly. “He has some settled trouble that no medicine reaches, and you see how small and light he is. Many a twelve months’ babe is heavier than he, yet he is three years old come Monday next, and he is ’cute beyond his years, it seems to me.”

“You seem very weak and weary,” I rejoined. “I noticed you yesterday with interest, sitting all the time with your boy on your knee. You must need exercise and rest. Go and walk now a little, while you can;” and I stretched my arms for her baby.

To her surprise, evidently, he came to me willingly attracted, no doubt, by the gleam of the watch-chain about my neck, and still further propitiated by a portion of my orange, which he greedily devoured.

In the mean time the poor, pale mother took a few turns on the quarter-deck, and, disappearing therefrom a moment, returned with a small supply of cakes and biscuits which she had sought in the steward’s room.

An inspiration of Providence, no doubt, she thought this proceeding later, which at the moment was only intended to anticipate the delay attendant on all second-class meals.

These cakes, with a pains-taking diligence, if not fore-thought peculiar to all feeble animals, squirrels, sick children, and the like did he one by one cram, and compel into my pocket, unconscious as I was at the moment of his miser-like proceeding (instinctive, probably), which later I detected, to his infinite rejoicing. In company with my slender purse, and bunch of useless keys, a pencil, and a small memorandum-book, they remained perdu until that moment of accidental discovery arrived which was to test their value and place it “far above that of rubies.”

Light as a pithless nut seemed this little creature in my strong, energetic arms, and yet his mother staggered beneath his weight.

She insisted, however, after a time, on resuming her charge of him, as it was proper she should do, and then sat beside me, delivering herself of a long string of complaints and grievances, after the fashion of all second-rate, solitary people when secure of sympathy.

She overrated my benevolence on this occasion, however. I was lost in painful reverie, and scarcely understood a word of her communication, which I was obliged at last to cut short, for I had resolved, now that my strength was recruited, on the only visible course remaining to me I would seek Miss Lamarque, confide to her the statement of Christian Garth, relate to her what my eyes had seen, and be guided by her determination and judgment, with those of her brother, a man of sense, I saw, and whose instincts, no doubt, would all be sharpened by the jeopardy of his children.

She was sitting up in her state-room when I knocked at the door, still in her berth, the lower one from which the upper shelf had been lifted so as to afford her room and air looking very Oriental and handsomer than I ever had seen her, in her bright Madras night-turban and fine white cambric wrapper richly trimmed.

Her face broke into smiles as soon as she beheld me; and she invited me, in a way not to be resisted, so resolute and yet so kindly was it, to partake with her of the hot coffee her maid was just handing her in bed, in a small gilded cup, a portion of the service on the stand beside her.

“It is our Southern custom, you know, Miss Harz always our cafe noir before breakfast, as a safeguard against malaria. To be sure, there is nothing of that sort to be apprehended at sea, but still habits are inveterate; second nature, as the moralists and copy-books say, as if there ever could be more than one. What nonsense these wiseacres talk, to be sure! But there is cream, you see, for those who like it boiled down and bottled for the use of the children before leaving home one of Dominica’s notions;” and here the smiling maid, with her little, respectful courtesy, tendered me a reviving cup of Miss Lamarque’s morning beverage, Mocha, made to the last point of perfection, dripped and filtered over a spirit-lamp by Dominica, the skillful and neat-handed.

“But you are very pale to-day, my child what on earth can be the matter? There, Dominica, I thought I heard Florry cry! Go and help Caliste get the children ready for a trot upon deck before breakfast, and don’t forget to give each one a gill of cream and a biscuit or, stay, twice as much for the two elder before they go up. It may be some time before they get their regular morning meal. They have to wait, you know, Miss Harz, which is such rank injustice where children are concerned. Patience never belongs to unreasoning creatures, unless an instinct, as with animals; men have to learn its lessons through the teachings of experience that strictest of school-masters. Now, you see, I have my lecturing-cap on, and am almost equal to you or Dr. Lardner in my way. But it takes you to define fascination! I suppose Mrs. Heavyside, however, could help you there for nothing short of witchcraft could account to me for her elopement with that dreary man! To leave her sweet children, too, as if all the men on earth could be worth to a true mother her teething baby’s little toe or finger!”

“Would she never stop never give one loop-hole for doubt to enter?” I thought.

“But what in the world ails you has Dunmore, the disconsolate, been making love again? Has Captain Falconer declared himself too soon? and do you hesitate, on account of Miss Moore? Don’t let that consideration influence you, I beg, for she is the greatest flirt in Savannah, the truest to the vocation, and I like her for that, anyhow. Whatever a man or woman has to do, let him or her do earnestly. That isn’t exactly Scripture, but near enough, don’t you think so?” and she laughed merrily.

“I have been on deck this morning,” I commenced, “Miss Lamarque, and saw Christian Garth, and ”

“He has been terrifying and electrifying you again with his tale of horrors there, it is all out. Why, he is as sensational as ‘Jane Eyre,’ this new English novel I am just reading,” drawing it from under her pillow and holding it aloft as she spoke. “Currer Bell is not more mysteriously awful, but Garth is not artistic. I detected his intention by the inconsistency of his expression of face, which bore no part in his narrative, and at once exposed him, you must remember ”

“Oh, yes but this time ”

“Nonsense, Miriam Harz! the iceberg is gone, I know. Why, what a nervous coward you are, to be sure, with all that assumed bravery! I am twice as courageous, I do believe, despite appearances; I really begin to be of opinion that it is safer to be at sea than on land now what do you think of that for a heterodoxy? A second cup? why, of course, and a third, if you want it; I am delighted you like it. These little Sevres toys are but thimbles, but I always carry them about with me by sea and land, and have for years; I feel as if there were luck in them, not one of the original three has been broken there there! just as I was boasting, too! never mind, such accidents will occur; but your pretty pongee dress is sadly stained with the coffee; besides, as you dropped the cup, it is your luck, not mine; and I want an odd saucer, anyhow, to feed Desiree out of; she sleeps in that willow basket you see in the corner of the state-room, Miss Harz, and is lazy, like her mistress, of mornings. Desiree! Desiree! peep out, can’t you, now you have your long-desired Sevres saucer to lap milk from? She won’t touch delft, Miss Harz. She is the most fastidious little creature!”

“Alas! alas!” and I groaned aloud.

“Not taking on about that silly cup, I hope no; what can it be then, a megrim? No. Well, I can’t imagine any thing worse, to save my life. Here, let me read you this, it is fine it is where Jane Eyre feels herself deserted, and this comparison about ’the dried-up channel of a river’ thrills one. Just hear it;” and she was about commencing

“Not now not now, Miss Lamarque; stern realities demand our attention. Lay your book aside, be calm, be firm, but listen to me seriously. Christian Garth informs me, nor he alone my own eyes have done the rest that the cotton in the hold has taken fire from the lightning yesterday; has been slowly smouldering ever since the mast was struck and that the ship’s hours are numbered!”

“O God! O God!” and she bowed her head upon her clasped and quivering hands. “But, Captain Ambrose he did not tell you so?” looking up suddenly. “Christian Garth, indeed! his impudence is surprising another hoax, I suppose,” and she tried to smile; “such a coarse creature, too!”

“We shall see, but for the present say nothing; only get up and dress as quickly as you can, but it is important to be very quiet, for fear of causing confusion. I have promised discretion.”

“Call Dominica, then, for me, Miss Harz,” gasping and stretching forth her arms. “I can do nothing for myself nothing I am so weak, so helpless. Yet I must believe he is you are mistaken!”

“I trust it may prove so. But let me assist you; Dominica is best employed making ready the little ones and giving them food strengthening them for the struggle. She will be nerveless if she knows the truth, and you are not in a condition to conceal it.”

“Just as you will, then. My trunk will you be so kind as to unlock it and give me out the tray that picture? After that I can get along alone.”

I silently did as she desired, and saw her place a covered miniature about her neck before she arose. Very few minutes sufficed this morning for her toilet usually a tedious and fastidious one her dress, her bonnet, her shawl, were hastily thrown on, her watch secured with the few jewels lying upon the night-table; the rest of her valuables were with other boxes in the hold, the repository of all unneeded baggage, and these, of course, she could scarcely hope to save in case of fire, even if lives were rescued.

Then, together, we went out, just in time to join the little troop of young children and nurses on their way to the deck. Miss Lamarque did not reply to their tumultuous greeting, but, silently taking the baby Florry, her namesake, in her arms, kissed her many times. I had told her while, she was dressing, of the smoke-wreaths about the base of the broken mast, and she believed in the testimony my eyes had afforded me far more than in the reports of Christian Garth. We did not encounter Mr. Lamarque when we first went on deck; he had gone forward to smoke, some one said; but Captain Ambrose was standing alone, telescope in hand, and to him we addressed ourselves, quietly.

He seemed startled when I disclosed the result of my observation for I did not choose to commit the pilot but he did not attempt to deny the truth of the condition of things, and conjured us both to entire quiet and composure, and, if possible, to absolute silence. The safety of five hundred people, he said, depended on our discretion; the ship might not ignite for days, if at all, he thought, so carefully had the air been excluded from the cotton by the process of tight calking, so as to seal it almost hermetically; indeed, the fire might be wholly extinguished by the pumps, which were constantly at work, pouring streams of water around and through the hold; and a panic would be equal to a fire in any case. Such were his calmness and apparent faith in his own words, that they did much to allay Miss Lamarque’s fears. My own were little soothed I never doubted from the beginning what the end would be.

Mr. Lamarque approached us while the conference with the captain was going on, and, under the seal of secrecy, the condition of affairs was communicated to that gentleman.

I never saw a man so crushed and calm at the same time. His handsome face seemed turned to stone he scarcely spoke at all, and made no inquiries. I think his mind, like mine, was made up to the worst. Yet he commanded himself so far as to go to the breakfast-table and superintend the meal of his little children, about whom he hung, like a mother-bird who sees the shadow of a hawk above her brood, from that moment until the denoument of the drama separated us two forever.

Miss Lamarque and I sat down together on a bench, while the host of hungry passengers crowded down to the cabin at the welcome summons of the bell, and I was aware again of the pale widow and her patient child standing near me.

A sudden thought occurred to me. This woman, more than any one among us, needed the strengthening stimulus of good food, and this meal might be her last on shipboard on earth, perhaps for a dull, low, ominous sound began to make itself heard to my ear as soon as the murmur of the crowd subsided.

“Trust me with your child again while you go down and eat your breakfast in my place to-day. It is a whim of mine. I have had coffee with this lady in her state-room, and shall not appear at the table. You may bring me a slice of bread, if you choose, when you come back, and one for baby. Do not refuse me this favor.”

Much pleased at my attention, as I could see, she went to the grand first table, with its high-heaped salvers of snowy rolls and biscuit, its delicate birds and fowls, its fragrant coffee and tea, so different from the dregs of the humble board at which her second-class ticket alone entitled her to appear; and, to save her from possible humiliation, I wrote a line to the steward; so she feasted, no doubt, in state.

Again I enacted the rôle of self-appointed nurse to a creature that looked more like a fairy changeling than a flesh-and-blood creation.

“You are a strange woman, Miriam Harz! At such an hour as this, what matters the quality of food?” said Miss Lamarque, sententiously. “After all, what can that invalid and her child be to you in any case? They are essentially common and mean. You never saw them before, and may never see them again.”

“In view of such a catastrophe as that before us, all distinctions fade, Miss Lamarque. This is the last meal any one will take on the ship Kosciusko she is doomed! The woman might as well get strength for the chance of saving herself and child. I doubt whether any second table will be spread to-day!” I spoke with anguish.

“You cannot believe this! Why, after what the captain said, days may go by before any real danger manifests itself! Ships must pass in the interval many ships may pass to-day, within a few hours, ready for our relief, if needed; and see, the smoke has ceased to curl about your broken main-mast! That shows convincingly that the fire is being gotten under extinguished, probably.”

“Oh, no! no! no! not with that low, terrible roaring in the hold. The fire is gaining strength, and our agony will soon be over.”

I sat with clasped hands and bowed head before her, insensible to her words. I suppose she strove to strengthen me. I think she tried to soothe. Failing in both, she rose and went away, and in her place came Christian Garth, relieved from the helm, and stood a moment beside me.

“Don’t be down-hearted, young gal, an’ wait for me. Ef the Lord lets me, I will save you, and the old lady, too; that is, ef she is your aunt or mother or near of kin.”

I shook my head drearily.

“You have no hope, then, Mr. Garth?”

“Hope? yes; the best of hope the Christian’s hope. God can do any thing He pleases, we all know, and He may stretch forth his hand when all seems dark; but Captain Ambrose is not one to run a risk of that sort, so he has sent me to work upon a raft one of two he is making for the seamen if the wüst comes to the wüst. But you see, I have been on lost ships afore now, an’ I know there is no larboard nor starboard rules when men are skeered. So I shall make my raft to hold the womenfolk, for the boats will be for the sailors mark my word and them that’s wise will wait till the press is over and take the rafts.”

“There are little children,” I said; “six of them belonging to that lady and Mr. Lamarque. Don’t forget them, Mr. Garth, and the poor little widow coming now to claim her baby; this miserable little creature I am holding until she breakfasts. Don’t lose sight of these, either, in the crowd, if, indeed, we are obliged to have recourse to your raft.”

“Pray rayther that it may float us all to safety,” he said, sternly, “for your best chance of being saved will be on that raft, if matters go as I think they will. Trust me, for I will come;” and he passed away just before the little widow came to my side again.

“I came up as soon as I could, to relieve you. I know how cross baby is when he gets restless, and I was afraid you might tire of him. See! I have brought his bread, and this waiter of tea and toast for you; now you must take a mouthful.”

She knew nothing of our danger, it was plain. “Did you leave the other passengers at table?” I asked; “the captain, was he there?”

The question was never answered, for the attention of my interlocutor was riveted now, as was my own, on the companion-way, from which a wild and frightened-looking crowd was densely emerging, with a confused hum of voices that announced their recognition of their impending danger. The change of age, of pain, of woe, seemed sealed upon each aspect, as one by one, and phantom-like, in rapid succession, those who had so lately gone down to feast returned to the upper day, like grim ghosts coming from a church-yard carnival.

It was a sight to stir the stoutest spirit.

At the close of the repast, the captain had announced the truth to his passengers, and followed them now to enjoin them to firmness and efficiency, both so greatly needed at this crisis.

Mounted on the capstan, he addressed them briefly, and not without influence. Such was the power of his simple and manly bearing over these distracted souls, that even the wildest listened with decorum.

This was no immigrant-ship, loaded with stolid or desperate men, insensible of high teachings, and alone desirous of personal safety. Yet the universal instinct asserted itself, and for the time courtesies were set aside, and family affections were all that were regarded.

Miss Lamarque, pale, yet collected, now stood surrounded by the children of her brother, leaning upon his arm while the captain spoke. Husbands and wives were together, sisters and brothers, servants and their masters each group revealed its several household affinities. We only were alone the dreary little widow, whose name I never knew, and Miriam Monfort; and on natural principles we clung together.

It is true that Miss Lamarque, by many signs, implored me to come to her, but I would not. It was like intruding on a bed of death, I felt, to break through ties of blood at such a time, by thrusting a foreign presence amid devoted relatives; and I was too proud, or perhaps too selfish, to intrude where I must be secondary, unless I took away another’s rights.

The captain had promised, in his brief address, to protect his passengers to the utmost of his power leaving the result with God. He had entreated them to be calm, and to preserve order so essential to safety; had mentioned his confidence that a ship must pass before the catastrophe could possibly occur; but added that, to prepare for the worst, he had ordered the construction of two rafts one for the use of the seamen, the other for the reception of food and necessaries.

His plan was to attach these to the larger boats, and so provide against want; in the certainty, however, that on such a route relief must soon present itself, in the shape of ship or steamer.

He called on all able to abet his exertions to present themselves forthwith, so that universal safety might be insured; not only by making the rafts, but the securing of food upon them, and comforts for the women and children, who represented so large a portion of the passengers. He answered for the fidelity of his seamen with his life. There was not one among them, he knew, who would lift a finger to disobey him. He said these words in conclusion:

“And now, if there is any one present sufficiently imbued with the grace of God to fix the anxious minds of these voyagers in prayer, such at least of them as are powerless otherwise to aid our exertions, let him appear and minister to their tribulation. This task is not for me, although the holiest. My duties call me elsewhere.”

So adjured, a man, whose wild, fanatical appearance had given rise to the rumor that the famous “Lorenzo Dow” was on board, sprang on a bulkhead, and commenced to exhort the crowd about him, from which a file of pale, determined-looking men was slowly emerging to join the seamen at the other end of the vessel in their efforts for the public weal. But many lingered, either overcome and paralyzed by the stringency of circumstances, or unequal to exertions from personal causes aged men, women, and children, chiefly and to these the frenzied speaker continued to address his words of exhortation and warning.

Such a tirade of terrible objurgation I felt was entirely out of place in a scene like this, and calculated to excite the worst passions of the human mind, instead of persuading it to serenity and submission, so essential now; for to me the captain’s last words represented the final grace of the preacher, when, with closed eyes and outspread hands, he dismissed his flock from the temple at the close of the services. From that vessel and all that concerned it we were virtually enfranchised from that moment dismissed to destruction, so to speak, by fire or flood, or rescue from beyond, as the case might be, to life or death, as God willed for the ship’s mission was accomplished.

I shrank as far as possible from the wild, waving arms, the frenzied eyes, the gaunt and wolfish aspect, the piercing, agonized voice of the fanatic, who had assumed to himself the solemn office of soul-comforter in a time of extremity. I saw from a distance his long, lank figure writhing like a sapling in a storm, as it overtopped the crowd; but his words were lost on my ear, and I sat leaning back against the bulwark with folded hands, absorbed in my own thoughts, when a young girl, bursting from the throng, came and threw herself down before me, and buried her face in my lap, convulsed with sobs. When she looked up, I recognized the young person who had bathed my face in the morning during my partial swoon a fair and lovely-looking girl of about eighteen years, pallid and ill now with excitement.

“Oh, it is so terrible!” she cried; “I cannot cannot bear it, and he says we are all hopelessly lost unless we have repented; that there is no death-bed salvation; and this is our death-bed, you know, for the Spanish ship passed us without stopping, and we scarcely hope to see another. O cruel, cruel fiends! to pretend they did not understand our signals, and leave us to destruction.”

And she clasped her hands in mute and bitter despair no actress was ever so impressive.

“We must make up our minds to the worst,” I said, as calmly as I could. “Then, if God sees fit to deliver us, we shall be all the more thankful. You must not believe what this ignorant and panic-stricken man tells you. Think of the thief on the cross whom Christ pardoned in dying.”

“Then you hope to be permitted to see God! You dare to hope this?” she asked, gazing into my very eyes, so closely did she come to me.

“Oh, surely in his own good time! I have done nothing so very wicked, I hope, as to exclude me from my Father’s face forever have you? Now, don’t be frightened; speak calmly.”

“I don’t know I don’t know. I should be afraid not to call myself desperately wicked at such a time; he says we all are, you know. We are all miserable sinners.”

“It is very abject to talk and feel thus, and I don’t believe that God approves of it,” I said, indignantly. “He gives us self-respect, and commands us to cherish it. Such abasement is unworthy of Christian souls. It is very bitter to die, as young as we are; but, if we have done our best to serve Him, we need we ought not to be afraid to meet our God.”

She clung to my outstretched hand. She strengthened my spirit by the fullness of her need. The feeble widow with her child, too, crept close to me, weeping and trembling.

“Do not leave me,” she entreated; “let us stay together to the very last.”

“Nay, that may be a long time,” I answered, smiling feebly, and nerved for the first time to encouragement; “for the captain will do his best to save his passengers the women especially, I cannot doubt; and see what bounteous provision he is making for their support!”

And I pointed to the piles of flour and sugar barrels, the boxes of crackers and of hams; of figs and raisins, the hampers of wine and ale, which were profusely piled on the quarter-deck ready for lowering to the rafts.

“He means to take care of us, you see, by the permission of Providence,” I said, almost strengthened by this dependence, “and we will remain calmly together, and drink whatever cup God offers us humbly, I hope.” Yet, even as I spoke, my heart rebelled against the fiat of my fate, and the young life within me rose up in fierce conflict with its doom.

At this moment of bitter strife of heart, Mr. Dunmore, the youthful poet of whom I have already spoken, stood before me.

“I have found you at last,” he said, “deputed as I am to do so by Miss Lamarque. It is a point of honor with her to care for you personally in this crisis. You know Major Favraud placed you under her care; besides that, her regard for you impels this request. She bids me say ”

I interrupted him hastily.

“This is no time for ceremonials, truly, Mr. Dunmore; yet, had family concurrence been perfect, it seems to me that her brother might have undertaken this mission. I have no wish to thrust myself undesired into any household circle at such a crisis.”

“He is wholly absorbed with his children.”

“As he ought to be, Mr. Dunmore, and, when the time of peril comes, it is of their needs alone that he will and must think. I am alone in this vessel, as I shall remain. I did not leave Savannah under Miss Lamarque’s care. She is very generous, very considerate, but I will not embarrass her motions, nor yours, nor any one’s. It is the duty of Captain Ambrose to see to the welfare of his female passengers. I shall not be forgotten among these ”

He stood before me with his knightly head uncovered, his handsome face as calm as though he were a guest at a festival instead of a patient and interested watcher at a funeral-pyre. His birth, his breeding, his genius even, asserted themselves in that mortal hour. He was calm, collected, serious, but not afraid.

“The peril will be great to all, of course,” he said, quietly, “but no gentleman will prefer his own safety to that of the most humble and desolate woman on the ship. To you, Miss Harz, I devote my energies to-day, to you and these ladies of your party, whoever they may be ,” bowing gently as he spoke. “I may fail in delivering you from danger, but it shall not be for want of effort on my part. Believe my words, I have less care for life than most people, and now let me offer you my escort through that maddened crowd (the rest may follow closely), to reach Miss Lamarque.”

“No, Mr. Dunmore, I must remain just where I am, I have promised myself to do so; this is much; and these unhappy women they, like myself, are alone, or seem to be. Should you see fit to do so, and be willing to be so encumbered, you can return after a lapse of time; but make no point of this, I entreat you. I think that Captain Ambrose will observe good order and save his helpless ones first. You know he promised this ”

There was a moment’s pause, and movement of eye and hand, and then he spoke again, very softly:

“Yes, and much more that can never be fulfilled, for already the cabin is in flames, the companion-way is closed, and the fire in the hold is making fearful headway. I have heard the seamen have sworn to secure the boats; you are strong and resolute be prepared for the very worst.” Then, speaking in his usual tone, he added: “Since the banner of Spain passed near enough to show us the rampant lions and castles on its crimson shield, and yet made no sign, I have had little hope of rescue from a ship. It was ominous!”

“Not intended, then,” I said, eagerly. “Oh, I am glad of this, at least, for the honor of human nature.”

“A strange consideration at such a time! You are a study to me, Miss Harz; yours is not apathy, like mine, but true courage, even in this death-struggle, and I will save you if I can, for you have a noble soul!”

All further dialogue was cut short by the wild shout that rose from the crowd, the delusive cry of “A sail, a sail!” and Dunmore rushed with the rest to descry its myth-like form, if possible. It was some moments before hope again died down to a flat level of despair.

Too remote for signal or trumpet was that distant, white-winged vessel gliding securely on its path of peace, unconscious of the extremity of the mighty steamer it distinguished dimly, no doubt, by the aid of telescopes.

However this might have been, for the second time on that day of direst exigency, a ship went by, observed yet unobserving.

Fainter and fainter grew the accents of the fierce, fanatical preacher; his excitement forsook him as the danger became more and more imminent.

The crowd broke into groups. Pale, stern men, with rigid features, who had been employed aiding in the construction of the rafts, returned now to the sides of their wives and children.

Through a vista on the deck I discerned Miss Lamarque, sitting quietly with her youngest nursling in her arms, beside her brother. His children and slaves were gathered around her knees. Dunmore was giving her my message, I could not doubt, from the glances she cast in my direction, as he stood near by. I knew that he would soon turn to come again, but my resolution was fixed.

Captain Ambrose, with a face grown old in half a day, gray, abstracted, wretched, passed and repassed me several times, telescope in hand.

Ralph Maxwell on the round-house kept constant watch, his attitude dauntless, his face uplifted and keen, field-glass in hand. His West-Point training stood him in good stead now. Captain Falconer, a naval officer, had returned to the side of Miss Oscanyan, the woman he had loved hopelessly for years, and, before the scene closed between us forever, I saw him clasp her to his bosom; so that trying hour had for some high spirits its crowning consolations, its solace and reward, and, whatever else was in store, the martyrdom of love was over.

An eager hand caught my shawl. “He is coming back, coming to persuade you to leave us,” said the young girl; “but you have promised not to part from us, and I feel that God will remember us if we remain together firm and fast, we three.”

Then the pale widow spoke in turn: “Let me stay beside you too,” she entreated; “it makes me feel stronger, I am so desolate ” and she bowed her head and wept.

I would have said in the strange, calm bitterness that possessed my soul: “What value has life to you and your deformed one? Poor, widowed, sickly, and despised, why should you wish to live? Why encumber me?”

But thoughts like these were not for human utterance now, and we sat together, hand locked in hand for a time, waiting for the end, as men may wait in years to come, when the earth is gray with sin, for the coming of the fiery comet that they know is destined to consume them.

For was not this ship our world, penned in as we were on every side, and separated from all else by an ocean inexorable and illimitable as space, and were not we likewise looking forward to a fiery doom our finite, perhaps final, day of judgment?

I could understand then, for the first time, how condemned criminals feel well, strong, yet dying! I knew how Walter La Vigne, the self-doomed, had felt, and some passages of Madame Roland’s appeal rose visibly before me, as if written on the air rather than in my memory. I had read the book at Beauseincourt, and it had powerfully impressed me; and this, I remember, was the passage that swept across my brain:

“And thou whom I dare not name, wouldst thou mourn to see me preceding thee to a place where we can love one another without wrong where nothing will prevent our union where all pernicious prejudices, all arbitrary exclusions, all hateful passions, and all tyranny, are silent? I shall wait for thee, then, and rest!”

So centred were my dying thoughts on Wentworth so calmly did I await the great change that men call sudden death!

All this time a time much briefer than that I have taken in recounting my sensations the glorious summer’s sun, the sun of morning, was bathing the sea; the ship, with beauty, and a soft, fresh breeze, was fanning every pallid brow with a caressing, silken wing, that seemed to mock its wretchedness.

I thought not once of Christian Garth. I had ceased to strain my eyes for a distant sail, to seek to compromise with my fate or make conditions with my Creator. Dunmore was forgotten. I was composed to die not resigned. These things are different; a bitter patience possessed me that I felt would sustain me to the end, but I was not satisfied that my doom was just or opportune.

“Farewell, sweet, young, vigorous life!” I moaned aloud. “Farewell, Miriam! It will not be thou, but a phantom, that shall arise from dead ashes! Farewell, dear hand, that hast served me long and well!” and I kissed my own right hand. I had not known until that moment how truly I loved myself. “Sister, lover, farewell! Mother, father, receive me! Gentle Constance, reach forth thy guiding hand and lead me to my parents! Wentworth, remember me! Saviour, my soul is thine!”

I bowed my head. I had no more to say. Unwilling I was to die afraid I was not; for, as I sat there, my whole life swept before me, as it is said to do before the eyes of the drowning, and rapidly as one may sweep the gamut on a piano with one introverted finger, and I saw myself as though I had been another. I had done nothing to make me afraid to meet my God; so, with closed eyes, I lingered in the shadow, conscious of nothing save exceeding calm, when the grasp of my gentle friend of the moment aroused me to a sense of what was occurring, and I saw, with horror indescribable, the fierce flames leaping from the deck, heard the hoarse shouts, beheld the lurid surging of an agonized and despairing multitude! But above all rang the clear, trumpet-tones of Captain Ambrose, soon to sink in death:

“To the boats to the boats! but save the women first the children as ye are Christian men! So help ye, mighty God!”

I heard later how signally this noble charge was disregarded; how utterly self triumphed over generosity and duty; and how, in enforcing the example all should have followed. Captain Ambrose lost his valiant, valuable life. But this was thought nothing of then, and I sat patiently down to perish!