Lost in the Fog

w.-Gloomy Forebodings.-The Legend of Petticoat Jack.-Captain Corbet discourses of t

ted to their nostrils in successive puffs, until at last their impatient appetite had been roused to the keenest point, and the enticing fragrance had suggested all sorts of dishes. When at length the summons came, and they went below, they found the dinner in every way worthy of the

n see if you ever saw anythin to beat 'em in all your born days. Den try de stew, den de meat pie, den de c

hands on his hips, and surveyed the banquet and the co

Bart. "Your dinner is like yourse

vals of eating; "if there is any contrast between this present

the trout, Solo

wn in de village," said Solomon. "Met littl

ed Tom, opening a

!" excla

it

where did you

he season

of the poet, boys,"

onths wit

lobsters p

from ear to ear, with his little black

hat do you say to

e were indulging in some quiet, unobtrusive la

om lobsters, you'll live a long day. You may go in for clams, an lobsters,

me puzzled. For Mrs. Pratt says the exact opposite; and so here we hav

authority. Mrs. Pratt is a quack, but Solomon is a professional-a regular,

the boys to appreciate it; but at length, like all things mortal, it came to a termination, and the comp

nd of haze, that rendered the line of separation between sea and sky very indistinct. The coast of Nova Scotia was at once enlarged and obscured. It seemed now elevated to an unusual height above the sea line, as though it had been suddenly brought several miles nearer, and yet, instead of being more distinct, was actually more obscure. Even Ile Haute, though so near, did not escape. Four miles of distance were n

Corbet, looking down the bay and

y n

rbet shook

s the

bad!" said

going to b

us

se?

og

og

rom what I see, they've got a bran-new steam injine into that thar fog mill at Grand Mana

ng it in one hand, he scratched his venerab

ee any fog as

d the captain, giving a grand comprehensive sweep

's clear

pect to see it any moment changed into deep, thick fog. Any moment-five minutes 'll be enou

'll w

's jest th

we go

its advantages. That's one of the times when the old Antelope likes to hav

stay here

ear that pint there,-Cape Chignecto,-then anchor; then hold on till tide rises; and then

fore the tid

t about a quarter to eight

in the night

y n

he fog and the night togethe

an a lee shore, are circumstances that the Antelope has met over an over, an fit do

short time that they were allowed to stare at the magnified proportions of the Nova S

zon, which seemed to take in both sea and sky, and absorbed into itself the outlines of both. At the same time, the coast of Nova Sco

enlarged itself; till it grew to larger and loftier proportions. In a quarter of an hour it had risen to the dimensions of the Nova

knowed it. Grind away, you old fog mill!

any wind d

a hoo

oming up with

What does the f

s the wind that

hull atmosphere, an rolls itself on an on till all creation is overspread. Why, I've seen everything chan

self from which this change was wrought. And still, as they looked at the approaching mist, the sky overhead was blue, and the sun shone bright. But the gathering clouds seemed now to have gained a greater headway, and came on more rapidly. In a few minutes the whole outline of the Nova Scotia coast faded from view, and in its place there appeared a lofty wall of dim gray cloud, which rose high in the air, fading away into the faintest outline. Overhead, the blue sky became rapidly

t, "an I only wonder that there ain't any w

hen, to go on

to, an there wait for the rising tide, an jest the same as ef the sun was shinin. But we can't start till eight o'clock this evenin. Anyho

or tea. Around the festive board, which was again prepared by Solomon with his usual success, they lingered long, and at length, when they arose, the tide was high. It was now about eight o'clock in the evening, and Captain Corbet was all ready to start. As the tide was now beginning to turn, and was on the ebb

t doesn't seem as though we were movin. But we air, notwithstandin, an pooty quick too. I'll take two hours' drift before stoppin, so as to mak

u seafaring men believe about the origin of t

rals an others that emply'd him, as 'Petticoat Jack.' He did much to contriboot to the defeat of the French; an arter they were licked, the first settlers that went up thar called the place, in honor of their benefacture, 'Petticoat Jack;' an it's bore that name ever sence. An people that think it's French, or Injine

the disputed term, the boys were silen

At first it was composed of light vapors, which surrounded them on all sides, it is true, but yet did not have that dampness which might have been expected. It was a light, dry fog, and for two or three hours the deck, and rigging, and the clothes of those on boar

said Bruce, at last, as the

said the capta

y a good idea o

ll mapped out in my head,-but if I had one, I could take my finger

raight down the

e an trust, an what's more, I believe, I am taking

g will w

-darsn't drift longer; an

y n

ry vessel on this here bay steers clear of,

lace is

is night, an p'aps a leetle nearer; but, then, the water's so calm and still, that it won

aid Bruce. "I've

great, gen'ral, an standin terror of this dangerous and iron-bound b

lie?" asked Phi

now whar Quaco

es

s, especially in a fog, or in a snow-storm. Many's the vessel that's gone an never heard of, that Quaco Ledge could tell all about, if it could speak. You take a g

a large

tide, but at half tide it begins to show its nose, an at low tide you see as pooty a shoal for shipwrecking as you may want; rayther low with pleasant jagged rocks at the nothe-east side, an about a h

with any accident

er know anythin more about that same place than what I'm tellin you now. The knowlege which one has ab

t time the boys had gone below, and retired for the night. Shortly after, the rattle o

they all