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They all stared aed left them no time for consideration of any other er, more or less held spell-bound with a kind of terror, for he saw that without doubt the great vessel was either purposely descending or being drawn into the vast abyss yawning black beneath it, and that falling thus it must be inevitably doomed to destruction Whoever piloted it htful end to its voyage, for nothing was ever steadier orwaters that rushed through the canon All suddenly it disappeared, whel flood, and the watching priest -"God have mercy on their souls!"

Had he been able to see what happened heboy who had i, for no roer or le" poised at ease a mass of waters, while at her prow stood a woer, and keenly on the alert, with bright eyes searching every nook and cranny that could be discerned through thelike a silver trumpet as she called her instructions to the twoevery peril, had ventured on this journey at her coently inch by inch!" she cried; "It must be here that we should seek!"

In absolute silence they obeyed Both had given thened and ready to meet death at any ana's orders--she and they had left Sicily at a couple of hours' notice--and their three days' journey across the ocean had been accomplished without adventure or accident, at such a speed that it was hardly to be thought of without a thrill of horror No infor and rapid aerial voyage,--and only nohen the "White Eagle," swooping over California, reached the scene of the terrific devastation wrought by the earthquake did they begin to think they had submitted their wills and lives to the caprice of afor it but still to obey,--for even in the stress and terror naturally excited by their areat air-ship was steadily controlled, and that whatever was the force controlling it, itdiscs still throbbing with vital and incessant regularity Apparently nothing could disturb its equilibriuner's coently till it was, so to say, almost iana's light figure itself at the prow looked like a fair spirit risen from the waters rather than any forured it was by the dust of the ceaseless foam She stood erect, bent on a quest that see curve of water,--every flickering ripple,--her eyes, luminous as stars, searched the black and riven rocks with an eager passion of discovery,--when all suddenly as she gazed, a thin ray of light,--pure gold in colour,--struck sharply like a finger-point on a shallow pool i to Rivardi