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When, a week before, I had stored the boat with food and drink and had brought it to that lonely wharf, I had thought that if at the last my illed to flee I would atte out between the capes would go to the north Given an open boat and the teht be one chance out of a hundred of our reaching Manhattan and the Dutch, who e She had willed to flee, and ere upon our journey, and the one chance had vanished That wan,rave yawned beneath us

The day passed and the night caht the sea, and still the wind drove us whither it would The night passed and the secondcame, and found us yet alive My wife lay now at ht fro in pain and cold and terror for death to bring her warhtly spirit yet lived in her eyes, and she smiled when I bent over her ine to an to wander in her mind, and to speak of suhtening grip of iron, and the tears ran down thelife, bringing her to this, looked at her with an ashen face

As the day wore on, the gray of the sky paled to a dead man's hue and the wind lessened, but the waves were still ulls that now screaiddy summit, the sky alone above and around us; the next we sank into dark green and glassy caverns Suddenly the wind fell away, veered, and rose again like a giant refreshed

Diccon started, put his hand to his ear, then sprang to his feet "Breakers!" he cried hoarsely

We listened with straining ears He was right The low, orew louder yet, and yet louder, and was no longer distant

"It will be the sand islets off Cape Charles, sir," he said I nodded He and I knew there was no need of words

The sky grew paler and paler, and soon upon the woof of the clouds a splash of dull yellohere the sun would be The fog rose, laying bare the desolate ocean Before us were two very s side by side, and encompassed half by the open sea, half by stiller waters diked in by rass and a few stunted trees with branches bending away fro else Over thereat white gulls Their harsh, unearthly voices came to us faintly, and increased the desolation of earth and sky and sea