Lost in the Fog

ut Fog.-Speaking a Schooner.-Pleasant A

sails were soon set, and, with the new boat in tow, the Antelope weighed anchor, and took her departure. For about two hours but little progress was made against the strong opposing current; yet they had the satisfaction of reaching the

urface of the water. Coming down the river, the sky was unclouded, and all the surrounding scene was fully visible; but on reach

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over the minds of all, for they saw the hopeless character of their search. Of what avail would it be to traverse the s

y go as quick as it come. It ony needs a change of wind. Why, I've kn

s it lasts lo

did. I've knowed it

tatement the boy

d them, struck additional chill to their hearts. It was into the midst of this that poor Tom had drifted, they thought, and over these seas, amidst this impenetrable a

ed, and Captain Corbet kept away from the land as much as possible. All the time the boys never ceased to maintain their forlorn lookout, and watched over the sides, and

boat, that thar i-dentical, individdle boat, drifted away onst afore, with youns in it. You remember all about that,-course. Well, look at me. Did I mourn? Did I fret? Was I cast down? Nary down; not me. I cheered

r we, an whar air we goin, an what air we purposin to do? Fust, we air hooman beins; secondly, we air a traversin the vast an briny main; and thirdly, we hope to find a certain friend of ourn, who was borne away from us by the swellin tide. Thar's a aim for us-a high an holy aim; an now I ask you, as feller-critt

eemed quite an exhaustive one. He paused some time for a rep

is cool an refreshin slumbers, he found himself afar on the briny deep, a boundin like 'a thing of life,' o'er the deep heavin sea. Besides, it was precious foggy,-jest as it is now,-an the man couldn't see any more'n we can. Wal, the story went on to say, how that thar man, in that thar boat, went a driftin in that thar fashion, in that thar fog; an

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uv ashore at Grand Manan; b

through the fog, and stood for a mom

ected the dash of water on the shore. I r

on another tack, and the capt

d, I forget which (all the same, though), about two boys which went adrift on a ra

ructoor was speedily swept onward by the foorus current. Very well. Time rolled on, an that thar raft rolled on too,-far over the deep bellew sea,-beaten by the howlin storm, an acted upon by the remorseless tides. I leave you to pictoor to yourselves the sorrow of them thar tw

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hey druv ashore on Brier Island; an ef that tha

boys had no

it to be. You also must see that thar's every reason for hope. So up with your gizzards! Pluck up your sperrits! Rise and look fortin an the foot

e sudden appearance of a sail immediately to windward. She was coming up the bay before the wind, a

, in which they learned that the stranger was the schooner Wave, from St

ptain Corbet had to exert his utmost to rouse th

f my buzzum druv me away to traverse the sea. An I had to tar myself away from the clingin gerasp of my weepin infant,-the tender bud an bulossum of an old man's life-tar myself away, an feel myself a outcast. Over me hovered contennooly the image of the pinin infant, an my heart quivered with responsive sympathy. An I yearned-an I pined-an I groaned-an I felt that life would be intoll'ble t

the day passed on, and after five or six hours they began to look for a turn of tide. During this time the schooner had been beating; and as the f

n, closing his eyes and turning his face med

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an we can't go on any further when it tur

have we c

. 'Tain't, of course, as good as ef the wind had ben favorable, but

will you

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se it

ff in the bay? It seems to me anyt

a flood tide a comin up. Why, whar d'ye think we'd be? It would ony take an hour or two to put us on

fter a half hour's further sail, the anchor was droppe

me it was viewed with comparative indifference. It was the fog that threw this gloom over them. Had the sky been clear, and the sun shining, they would have viewed the situation with comparative equanimity; but the fog threw terror all its own around Tom's position; and by shutting them in on every side, it forced them to think of him who was imprisoned in the sa

aptain Corbet. "If it want for this you'd

prospect of it

y hang on for weeks, an p'aps months. Thar's no tellin. I don't mind it, bein as I've pas

r, they went on deck, and stared silently into the surrounding gloom. The sight gave them no relief, and gave no hope. In that dense fog twilight came on soon, an

? Precious little. I don't know how it is, but bein alone with you, an havin the respons'bility of you all, I kine o' don't feel altogether able to sleep as I used to do; an sence our late loss-I-wal, I feel as though I'd never sleep agin. I'm talkin an talkin, boys, but it's a solemn time with me. On me, boys, rests the fate of that lad, an I'll scour these here seas till he turns up, ef I hev to do it till I die. Anxious? Yes, I am. I'm that anxious that t

ed a deep sigh as he concluded, and relaps

with reference to himself than to them. He sought to keep up his own courage by these words. Yet, in spite of his efforts, a profound depression came over him, and well nigh subdued him. No one knew better than he the many perils which beset the drifting boat in these dangerous waters-the perils of storm, the perils of fog, the perils of thick darkness, the perils of furious tides, the perils of sunken rocks, of shoals, and of iron-bound coasts. The boys had gone to sleep, but there was no sleep for him. He wandered restlessly about, and

t; and in their dreams their thoughts turned to their lost companion. They saw him drifting over the stormy waters, enveloped in midnight darkness, chilled through with the damp night air, pierced to the bone by the cold night wind; drifting on amid a thousand dangers, now swept on by furious tides towards rocky shores, and again drawn back b