She climb upon der shteeple, Und she frighten all der people, Singin' michnai — ghignai — shtingal! Yah! Yah!" That is .007 covering his one hundred and fiftysix miles in two hundred and twenty-one minutes. THE WRECK OF THE "VISIGOTH"1 "Eternal Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Its own appointed limits deep." THE lady passengers were trying the wheezy old harmonium in front of the cuddy, because it was Sunday night. In the patch of darkness near the wheel-grating sat the Captain, and the end of his cheroot burned like a head-lamp. There was neither breath nor motion upon the waters through which the screw was thudding. They spread, dull silver, under the haze of the moonlight till they joined the low coast of Malacca away to the eastward. The voices of the singers at the harmonium were held down by the awnings, and came to us with force. "Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea!" It was as though the little congregation were afraid of the vastness of the sea. But a laugh followed, and some one said, "Shall we take it 1 Copyright, 1895, by Macmillan & Co. through again a little quicker?" Then the Captain told the story of just such a night, lowering his voice for fear of disturbing the music and the minds of the passengers. "She was the Visigoth,-five hundred tons, or it may have been six,- in the coasting trade; one of the best steamers and best found on the KutchKasauli line. She wasn't six years old when the thing happened: on just such a night as this, with an oily-smooth sea, under brilliant starlight, about a hundred miles from land. To this day no one knows really what the matter was. She was so small that she could not have struck even a log in the water without every soul on board feeling the jar; and even if she had struck something, it wouldn't have made her go down as she did. I was fourth officer then; we had about seven saloon passengers, including the Captain's wife and another woman, and perhaps five hundred deckpassengers going up the coast to a shrine, on just such a night as this, when she was ripping through the level sea at a level nine knots an hour. man on the bridge, whoever it was, saw that she was sinking at the head. Sinking by the head as she went along. That was the only warning we got. She began to sink as she went along. Of course the Captain was told, and he sent me to wake up the saloon passengers and tell them to come on deck. 'Sounds a curious sort of message The |