Lost in the Fog

f.-Out to Sea.-Anchoring and Drifting.-The Ha

f another day, when the boys awaked and hurried up on deck. Their first act was to take a hurried lo

now, Captain

erable distance

you goin

t made up my m

he

n of puttin

ua

es

is it f

t may have drifted down along here and got ashore. Ef so, he may ha

likely place for a

swick side, driftin from Petticoat Jack; but at the same time 'tain't at all ce

t to Quaco

ace

tend to an

t we'd ought to get to Quaco by noon, I cal

look at the object that had called it forth. One glance showed an object whic

aves that thundered there. A hoarse roar came up from those breaking waves, which blended fearfully with the whistle of the wind through the rigging, and seemed like the warning sound of

ssued the necessary commands in a cool, quiet manner; the vessel went round, and in a few moments the danger was passed. Yet so close were they, that

bet drew a

the Antelope went away from the land. "Cur'ous, too; I don't see how it happened.

that place?

e I kn

us we didn't go

ee, I kep the vessel off by night, an the danger couldn't hev riz. I thought w

e to get into Qu

not

t you said that we

t don't make any ve

et in all the soone

not m

don't unde

ee it's low

ides a

r here. Wal, it's low tide now, an the tide's al

cho

es

t, a

mile above Quaco Harbor, but we can't fetch it with wind an tide agin us; so we've got to put out some distance an anchor. It's my firm bel

oment lost sight of this unpleasant necessity, and had forgotten that they had been using up the hours of the ebb tide

of that satisfaction by the twinkle of his eye and the lustre of his ebony brow. After this the time passed on sl

Quaco now-arn't

t on into Quaco Har

sible for you to know so

er, not only this here bay, but the hull coast all along to Bosting. Why, I'm at home here on the rollin biller. I'm the man for Mount Desert, an Quoddy Head, an Grand Manan, an all other places that air ticklish to the ginrality of seafarin men. Why, young sir, you see before you, in the humble an unassumin person of the aged Corbet, a livin, muvin, and sea-goin edition of Blunt's Coast Pilot,

d quickly on her way. Sev

said the captain; "you'll

ooked

ing all along. A few minutes further progress made the dark cloud still darker, and, advancing further, the dark cloud finally disclosed it

ut this here'll do as well as any other, an I don't know but what it'll

round, and her side just grazed the wharf. The mate jumped

ashore, an see if we can he

went up together, till they found themselves on a road. There they saw a shop, and into this th

er was s

two days, and the shopkeeper had seen the skippers, but they had not mentioned any boat.

gence depres

t's jest as I feared; but, at the same time, I'll ask furt

oat. The one from up the bay afforded them the greatest puzzle. She must have come down the very night of Tom's accident. If he did drift down the bay in his boat, he must have been not very far from the schooner. In clear weather he could not ha

drifted down at all. He may have run ashore up thar. Thar's a chance of i

o further result. Nothing had been heard by any one about any drifting boat, and they were at last c

ed the boys that he was going

n natur can ginrally stand; so now I'm bound to have my sleep out, an prepare for

ll we lea

s best to be done next. One thing seems certain. There ain't no use g

morr

en go down

ll poor To

ptain Corbet, confidently. "At any rate, you'd bet

rough which a stream ran into the bay. On the other side of this stream were cliffs of sandstone rocks, in which were deep, cavernous hollows, worn by the waves; beyond this, again, was a long line of a precipitous shore, in whose sides were curious shelves, along which it was possible to walk for a great distance, with the sea thundering on the rocks

ll midnight, and so they prolonged their excursion purposely, so as to use

urs, but waked at six, an ever sence I've been a worretin an a frettin about youns. Sence that thar accident, I can't bar to have you out of my sight, for I fear all

re of ourselves, c

st one of you. I'm getting to be a fee

ave a chance in Quaco. Arn't

ck; the fog's as bad as ever. What's the use of going out to-night? Now, ef

morrow, was very attractive. The question was debated by all, and considered in all its bearings, and the discussion went on until late, when it was finally decided that it would be, on the whole, the wisest course to wait until the following

was clear and bright. The sun was shining with dazzling lustre; the sky was of a deep blue, and without a cloud on its whole expanse; while the wide extent of the bay spread out before t

sandstone, which were crowned with tufted trees. Behind them were the white houses of the village, straggling irregularly on the borders of the long road, with here and there the unfinished fabric of some huge ship; while in the background were wooded hills and green sloping fields. Out on the bay a grander scene appeared. Far down arose a white wall, which marked the pl

coast seemed as level as a table. It seemed like some vast structure which had been raised out of the water during the night by some magic power. Ile Haute arose to an extraordinary height, its summit perfectly level, its sides perfectly perpe

y could send messages to him, or receive them from him. So it was decided to leave at about eleven o'clock, without waiting for high tide; for, as the wind was fair, they could go on without difficulty. After coming to this conclusion, a

again. The tide was not yet

," asked Bart, "what

basket an went off on a

rag

o along the shore, a

re? What

tain, pointing towards the headla

long

eakfast. It must he

that he hasn

ht to be back

lobsters now; the

's a

The rising tide already to

be back," cried

" said Capt

pened. He's been gone too l

d at one another w

ve got caught by the tide. It's a very dangerous

he wanted to find somethin of a relish, an would

art, more anxiously than before. "If he's g

t stared, and

ce, a dreadful bad place,-an him an old man,-a dreadful ba

. Come along, boys. Don't let's leave poor old Solomon in

Corbet, "an I'll go too. But ef we do go

What kind of

nd taking a coil of rope over his arm, he step

n man," he remarked. "Give a seafarin man a rope, an he'l