Under the Great Bear

as utterly hopeless. He believed that he should never again hear a human voice nor tread the blessed land-yes, everything was ended for him, or very nearly so, and whatever reco

Latterly how he had been filled with a sense of his own importance, how he had worked and schemed fo

n his place. Some cousins whom he had never seen nor cared to know would rejoice on coming into possession of his little property; and so, on the whole, his disappearance would cause more of satisfaction than regret. Most bitter of all was t

There was no sun to be seen. With a cry of terror he sprang to his feet, and, from the slight elevation thus gained, once more beheld the mighty orb of day

ared, he uttered another cry, but this time it was one of incredulous and joyful amazement, for close at hand, coming dir

overcome by weakness and gratitude. It was in that position they found him as the little schooner

the castaway just as the latter staggered to his feet with outstretched hand. The stranger grasped it tightly in both of his, and for a moment the two

n dry land; so don't try to say anything till we've made you c

irsty, and wet, and cold, and scared; but now I'm

y regaining her course, guided by the far-reaching flash of Cape Race light. In her dingy little cabin, which seemed to our rescued lad the most delightfully snug,

returned to the cabin, where he proceeded to set the table. The worst of Cabot's distress had already been relieved by a cup of cold tea and a ship's biscuit. Now, finding that he was able to talk, his ho

it, but I do wish you could tell how you c

yesterday, and so far as I know I a

er was she, where was she bound, and wh

St. Johns, and she wasn't wrecked on an

possible. How did it happen? There hasn't

long time. I only know that there was the most awful crash I ever heard, and it seemed as though the ship were being torn to pieces. Then th

he others?" asked

sank, but there was such a cloud of steam, smoke, and fog that I couldn'

un into?" asked the young skipper, whose tanned face had

I went down-stairs it wasn't very close, and th

st his head up the companionway and shouted: "Hear the news, Dave. The '

her?" asked the

in clear day, bust up, and sank w

't no man to run down a berg in clear day, nor yet in the night, nor no other time. He's been on this coast and the Labrador run too long fur any sich foolishnes

me he was still too weak, and, in spite of his biscuit, too ravenously hungry to care for further conversation just then. So it was only after a most satisfactory meal and several cups of very hot tea that he was ready in hi

short at best, and convert his gait into an absurd waddle. His face was disfigured by a scar across one cheek that so drew that corner of his mouth downward as to pr

e, and gulped his food in such vast mouthfuls, that he had cleaned the table of its last crumb, and was fiercely stuffing black tobacco into a still blacker pipe, before Cabot, who really wished to talk with him, had decided how to open t

ld return and answer some of his questions; but finally weariness overcame him, and he fe

t, she was standing across the broad reach of Placentia Bay towards the bald headland of Cape Chapeau Rouge. She was making a fine run, and in spite of his weari

pper, "I hope you have slept well,

remembering, "I slept splendidly, and am a

a hundred miles from the pl

umbling from his bunk as he spoke. "I am glad, for it is

come from St. Johns, and were going in the opposite direction? Why, w