THE JERSEY COAST. i beg | 
and the sand and drizzle driving in our faces as we 
walked over, and we kept our heads down most of 
the time. When we got to the sand-hills we looked 
up, and the ship was gone. I thought that likely 
enough, for she must have broken up and gone to 
pieces soon in that surf, so we hurried along as fast 
as we could; and sure enough, when we rounded 
the point, the little cove in which she lay was full of 
truck. °Lige was there, and he saw it as plain as I 
did. The water was full of drift-boxes, barrels, 
planks, and all sorts of things, pitching and rolling 
about; and some of them had been carried up onto 
the sand and were strewed about in all directions. 
“Jt was early, and the day was misty, but we 
could see plain enough, and we saw all that stuff 
knocking about as plain as I see you now. There 
was a big timber in my way—a stick—well, thirty 
feet long and two feet or two and a half square, so 
that I had to raise my foot high to clear it; I step- 
ped one leg over, and drew the other along to feel 
it, but it didn’t touch anything ; then I stopped and 
looked down—there was no timber there; I looked 
back towards the sea—the drift had disappeared, the 
barrels and boxes and truck of one sort or another 
was gone. There was nothing on shore nor in the 
water. Now you may laugh, but ’Lige knows 
whether what ve told you is true.” 
“Bill, that is a pretty good story, but it isnot the 
one I meant,” persisted the individual who had com- | 
menced the attack. 
‘“‘ Well, another time, Zeph and I were at work 
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