Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 43: what you’re looking at

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STILL FAST TO THE SPAR. 45 down in the watery depthse He afterward came up far astern of the schooner, and thus escaped observation. Very soon, the vessel dashed off in chase of the cutter, until, finally, she was screened from Loring’s view by the fog. He then swam toa spar, and lashed himself to it by means of a rope that had been used as a sheet for one of the sails. At the moment when Capstan gave up the search, he had remained thus fortwo hours. The cutter had passed, several times, within a hundred and fifty yards of him, and yet he had... known nothing of its vicinity, though, had the crew shouted, he might easily have heard them. His situation was sad enough. Alone upon the wide ocean, supported by a solitary spar, exhausted by his late exertions, feeling both hungry and thirsty, despairing of being picked wp, he could only anticipate suffering and death. A presentiment that the cutter had escaped—that Grace Greenville was safe, cheered him, how- ever, in the midst of his despair. He derived much pleasure even now, from thinking of her. She had exerted a pleasing influence upon his spirit. While he lived, he could not forget the music of her voice, the light of her soft brown eyes. The day wore on; the shadows of night gathered around him. He shouted long and loud, in the faint hope that some vessel might now be near. But he heard only the noise of the waves as they dashed together, and the screaming of the sea-bird as it whirled in circles over his head. He was so ex- hausted that he found it difficult to keep hiseyes open. Once he fell into a doze and had begun to dream that he was again on board of the Rainbow, when he was awakened by the splash- ing of a wave into his face. He rubbed his eyes, feeling a little confused; but the reality of his situation soon broke upon his mind. Still fast to the spar—stiil drifting along With the everlasting currents of the ocean ! He did not allow his eyes to close again. A few hours after midnight, the fog having by this time ‘Cleared, he saw the full moon emerge from a cloud in the west. A long, broad stream of light now lay like a silver pathway athwart the surface of the ocean. Shooting across it, ‘far in the distance, a dark outline greeted for an instant - the vigilant eyes of the young sailor. He leaned eagerly for- Ward; but the vision had vanished. Soon after he saw it. commicbooks.com