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A QUEER RACE. 65 ghastly sight made me feel decidedly uncomfortable; I began to think that I had been too hasty. ‘“And avery good thing, too,” said Bolsover. ‘* Don’t let that troubie you, sir. You served the fellow right; _ the men themselves think so. ‘To strike down Mr. Buck- low was worse than murder—it was treason. If anything happens to him, there will be nobody to navigate the ship, and then what shall we do?” ‘“‘If anything happens to Mr. Bucklow! You surely don’t think, Bolsover 7 ‘¢ Well, that was a terrible crack on the head Smith- ers gave him; it’s much if he ever speaks again, I think.” , He never did. After remaining insensible for three days, the mate recovered consciousness, but not power of speech. He evidently wanted to say something, and -made several vain yet desperate efforts to articulate; then with his eyes he bade me a pathetic farewell, pressed my hand, and quietly passed away. Peace be to his ashes! I think Bucklow’s death affected me more than any other which had vet occurred. It was not merely that it left us helpless and utterly in- capable of taking the ship to her destination; I liked him personally. He was a courageous, open-hearted sailor, wise in council and prompt in action; and the joss of so many of our comrades had brought us into close compan- ionship. Ihad come to entertain a warm affection for him, and he was the only one left with whom I could converse on terms of intellectual equality. CHAPTER XI. BECALMED. AFTER poor Bucklow’s death, the fever became more virulent than ever, and if fewer died it was merely because fewer were left to kill. The contagion spread with portentous rapidity, the interval between the first seizure and the fatal close being often frightfully short. At the end of the following week two only were left— Bolsover and myself. Of the forty-seven who had sailed frum Liverpool, little more than a month previously, we were the sole survivors. All the rest slept their long - gleep in the fathomless depths of the wild Atlantic. (E(0) mm C 00 SS (elo)