ost all
consciousness.

CHAPTER XXXVI.

DECEMBER 22nd.--Daylight came at length, and the sun broke through and
dispersed the clouds that the storm had left behind. The struggle of the
elements, while it lasted, had been terrific, but the swoon into which
I was thrown by my fall, prevented me from observing the final incidents
of the visitation. All that I know is, that shortly after we had shipped
the heavy sea that I have mentioned, a shower of rain had the effect
of calming the severity of the hurricane, and tended to diminish the
electric tension of the atmosphere.

Thanks to the kind care of M. Letourneur and Miss Herbey, I recovered
consciousness, but I believe that it is to Robert Curtis that I owe my
real deliverance, for he it was that prevented me from being carried
away by a second heavy wave.

The tempest, fierce as it was, did not last more than a few hours;
but even in that short space of time what an irreparable loss we have
sustained, and what a load of misery seems stored up for us in the
future!

Of the two sailors who perished in the storm, one was Austin, a fine
active young man of about eight-and-twenty; the other was old O'Ready,
the survivor of so many ship wrecks. Our party is thus reduced to
sixteen souls, leaving a total barely exceeding half the number of those
who embarked on board the "Chancellor" at Charleston.

Curtis's first care had been to take a strict account of the remnant of
our provisions. Of all the torrents of rain that fell in the night we
were unhappily unable to catch a single drop; but water will not fail us
yet, for about fourteen gallons still remain in the bottom of the broken
barrel, whilst the second barrel has not yet been touched. But of food
we have next to nothing. The cases containing the dried meat, and the
fish that we had preserved, have both been washed away, and all that now
remains to us is about sixty pounds of biscuit. Sixty pounds of biscuit
between sixteen persons! Eight days, with half a pound a day apiece,
will consume it all.

The day has passed away in silence. A general depression has fallen
upon all: the spectre of famine has appeared amongst us, and each
has remained wrapped in his own gloomy meditations, though each has
doubtless but one idea dominant in his mind.

Once, as I passed near the group of sailors lying on the fore part of
the raft, I heard Flaypole say with a sneer,--

"Those who are going to die had better make haste abo