R. L. STEVENSON AND LLOYD OSBOURNE IO3 



I could not till in frequent demands I had made 

 the inquiry; receiving for reply, "All right, sir! 

 nothing gone, except a bit of the spare stuft to lee- 

 ward ! " and so on ; only to be on the qui vive for 

 the next giant wave, and to again sing out, as. I 

 often did, when I saw it approach, " Look out 

 there, men I Look out! Hold on every one of 

 you ! Hold on ! " 



And thus the night passed on, and thus Cape 

 Horn demanded of us its tribute ! It was cold, 

 too ; it was wretchedly uncomfortable ; and fancy 

 made me see before my eyes, even amidst that 

 fearful darkness, a tempting and a dazzling home- 

 side picture, where, around the parlour fire, sweet 

 smiling faces and dear friends were congregated, 

 as I really think in no one spot on earth but where 

 the Anglo-Saxon dwells it is found in all its great 

 enchantment. Truly did I feel its vainly wished- 

 for pleasure now ; but truly might I wish, and 

 wish in vain, for nothing, save the dark clouds of 

 heaven and the fierce tempest, with the mighty 

 uplifted ocean, was likely to meet my view. 



IV. P. Snow. 



Finding the Wreck ^^y ^o 



(From The Wreiker) 



'T^HE morning broke with sinister brightness; 



the air alarmingly transparent, the sky pure, 



the rim of the horizon clear and strong against the 



