GLOOMY PROSPECTS.

The reappearance of the sword-fish,--if it was the same that had already

paid them a visit,--or more likely the discovery and pursuit of the

"school" of flying-fish,--had caused the albacores to decamp from the

neighbourhood of the _Catamaran_; so that with the exception of that

taken from the talons of the frigate-bird, not one was any longer to be

seen.

Once recovered from the excitement, caused by the singular accident that

happened to the _Catamaran_,--as well as the other incident almost as

singular,--her crew made an inspection of their craft, to see if any

damage had accrued from the shock.

Fortunately there was none. The piercing of the plank, in which the

bony rostrum remained firmly imbedded, was of no consequence whatever;

and, although several feet of the "sword,"--the whole of the blade, in

fact, excepting that which protruded above,--could be perceived jutting

out underneath, they made no attempt to "extract" it: since it could not

greatly interfere with the sailing qualities of the _Catamaran_.

The plank itself had been started slightly out of place aid one or two

other timbers loosened. But in such able hands as those of Snowball and

the sailor, these trifling damages were soon made good again.

The two baited hooks were once more dropped into the water, but the sun

went down over the ocean without either of them receiving a nibble. No

albacore,--no fish whatever,--no bird,--no living creature of any

kind,--was in sight at the setting of that sun; which, slowly

descending, as it were, into the silent depths of the ocean, left them

in the purple gleam of the twilight.

Notwithstanding the interesting events which had transpired,--enough to

secure them against a single moment of _ennui_,--they were far from

being cheerful in that twilight hour. The stirring incidents of the day

had kept them from thinking of their real situation; but when all was

once more tranquil,--even to the ocean around them,--their thoughts

naturally reverted to their very narrow chances of ultimately escaping

from that wide, wild waste, stretching, as it seemed, to the ends of the

world!

With wistful glances they had watched the sun sinking over the sea. The

point where the golden luminary disappeared from their sight was due

westward,--the direction in which they desired to go. Could they have

only been at that moment where his glorious orb was shining down from

the vertex, they would have been upon dry land; and, O what a thrilling

thought is that of firm stable earth, to the wretched castaway clinging

upon his frail raft in the middle of the endless ocean!

They were discouraged by the dead calm that reigned around them; for

every breath of the breeze had died away before sunset. The surface of

the sea was tranquil even to glassiness; and as the twilight deepened,

it began to mirror the millions of twinkling stars gradually thickening

in the sky.

There was something awful in the solemn stillness that reigned around

them; and with something like awe did it inspire them.

It was not unbroken by sounds; but these were of a character to sadden

rather than cheer them, for they were sounds to be heard only in the

wilderness of the great deep,--such as the half-screaming laugh of the

sea-mew, and the wild whistle of the boatswain-bird.

Another cause of discouragement to our castaways,--one which had that

day arisen,--was the loss of their valuable dried fish.

It is true that only a portion of their stock had been spilled into the

engulfing ocean; but even this was a cause of regret; since it might not

be so easy to make up the quantity lost.

While angling among the albacores, with the prospect of making a

successful troll, they had thought less of it. Now that these fish had

forsaken them,--leaving only three in their possession,--and they were

in doubt whether they might ever come across another "school,"--more

acutely did they feel the misfortune.

Their spirits sank still lower, as the descending twilight darkened

around them; and for an hour or more not a cheerful word was heard or

spoken by that sad quartette composing the crew of the _Catamaran_.

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