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Under the Great Bear

Chapter 3 THE STRANGE FATE OF A STEAMER.

Word Count: 1925    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

atching the bustling preparations for her departure, did he have time to realise the wonderful change in his prospects that had taken place within a few ho

too, entrusted with an important mission that held promise of a bri

the deck of the

olved. "No matter what happen

forlorn as he watched those about him, all of whom seemed to have f

f girls gathered about one who was evidently a bride. They

make him go close to it so you can get a good

could only have a picture of this group, standing just as we are a

had recently procured for his own use, promptly expressed her willingness to em

ust be in it of co

and no one wanted to act the part of photographer. At this

ur permission it would afford me great pleasu

ranger in silence. Then the bride, flushing prettily, step

uch for your kind offer, w

he time two plates had been exposed, had made rapid prog

as the ship began to move slowly from her dock, our traveller found himself waving his handkerchief and shouting

ving been married that morning to the captain of that very steamer. She had hardly made this confession when her husband, temporarily relieved of his responsibilities by a pilot, came in

gent questions received equally intelligent answers from Captain Phinney, who was a wel

d out by his new acquaintance. The next morning found the ship threading her way amid the shoals of Nantucket Sound, after which came the open sea; and for the

s the wide mouth of the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Thus far the weather had been fine, the sea smooth, and nothing had occurred to break the pleasant monotony of the voyage. Its chief interests lay in sighting distant sails, the tell-tale smoke pennons o

asked Cabot, "and why

plied Captain Phinney, "and that these tiny sea-fowl are supposed to be under h

of their original shape," remarked Cabot meditativ

hat portion of the Newfoundland coast nearest us at this minute. It is called 'Ferryland,' which is a corruption of 'Verulam,' the name applied by its original owner, Lord Baltimore, in memory of his home estate in England. In fact, this region abounds in queerly twisted names, most of which were originally French. Bai

hat moment it was watched with the liveliest curiosity. Before their rapid approach it developed lofty pinnacles, and proved of the most dazzling whiteness, save at the water line, where it was banded with vivid blue. It was exquisitely chiselled and carved into dainty forms by the gleaming rivulets that ran down its steep sides and fell into the sea as miniature cascades. So wonderfully beautiful were the icy details as they w

hat the chill of the ice was distinctly felt, Cabot discovered that he had exhausted his roll of films. Uttering an exclamation of disgust, he ran aft and down to his

iolently to the floor by a shock like that of an earthquake. It was accompanied by a dull roar and an awful sound of crashing and rending. At the same time the ship seem

nds, the iron side of the ship was crumpled as though it were a sheet of paper, and with every downward lurch a torrent of icy water poured in about the air port, which, though still closed, had been wrenched o

began to kick at

g one of i

t his door flew open of its own accord, and he was nearly suffocated by an inrush of steam. Springing forward, and blindly groping his way through this, the bewildered lad finally rea

nd attempted to gain the point from which it seemed to come; but found the way barred by a yawning opening in the deck, from which poured smoke and flame as though it were the crater of a volcano. Then he ran back, an

des of its wooden platform, while it spun like a storm-driven leaf in

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