and submission, than he put in practice, and this because he had been taught to believe that the Anglo-Saxon mariner did not call on Hercules, on every occasion of difficulty and distress that occurred, as was the fashion with the Italian and Romish seamen, but he put his own shoulder to the wheel, confident that Hercules would not forget to help him who knew how to help himself.  But Harry had great difficulty in withstanding Rose’s silent appeal that evening, as she knelt at the keel for the last time, and turned her gentle eyes upward at him, as if to ask him once more to take his place at her side.  Withstand the appeal he did, however, though in his inward spirit he prayed fervently to God to put away this dreadful affliction from the young and innocent creature before him.  When these evening devotions were ended, the whole party became thoughtful and silent.

It was necessary to sleep, and arrangements were made to do so, if possible, with a proper regard for their security.  Mulford and Tier were to have the look-out, watch and watch.  This was done that no vessel might pass near them unseen, and that any change in the weather might be noted and looked to.  As it was, the wind had fallen, and seemed about to vary, though it yet stood in its old quarter, or a little more easterly, perhaps.  As a consequence, the drift of the wreck, insomuch as it depended on the currents of the air, was more nearly in a line with the direction of the reef, and there was little ground for apprehending that they might be driven further from it in the night.  Although that reef offered in reality no place of safety, that was available to his party, Mulford felt it as a sort of relief, to be certain that it was not distant, possibly influenced by a vague hope that some passing wrecker or turtler might yet pick them up.

The bottom of the schooner and the destitute condition of the party admitted of only very simple arrangements for the night.  The females placed themselves against the keel in the best manner they could, and thus endeavoured to get a little of the rest they so much needed.  The day had been warm, as a matter of course, and the contrast produced by the setting of the sun was at first rather agreeable than otherwise.  Luckily Rose had thrown a shawl over her shoulders, not long before the vessel capsized, and in this shawl she had been saved.  It had been dried, and it now served for a light covering to herself and her aunt, and added essentially to their comfort.  As for Biddy, she was too hardy to need a shawl, and she protested that she should not think of using one, had she been better provided.  The patient, meek manner in which that humble, but generous-hearted creature submitted to her fate, and the earnestness with which she had begged that “Miss Rosy” might have her morsel of the portion of biscuit each received for a supper, had sensibly impressed Mulford in her favour; and knowing how much more necessary food was to sustain one of her robust frame and sturdy