And then the irouv of the s tuation forced
itselt upon me. There around us lay treas
ure-enough 1 1 pay off a moderate national
debt, or to build a fleet of iron-elads. and
yet we would gladly have bartered them all
for the faintest chance of esc ipe. Soon,
doubtless, wo should be gad to exchange
them for a bit of food or a eupot water, and,
after that, even for lb*' privilege of a -j*eedy
close to our sufferings. Truly wealth, which
men spend all their lives in acquiring, is a
valueless thing at the last
And so the night wore on.
“Good,” said Sir Henry’s voice at last
and it sounded awful in the intense stillness,
“how many matches have you in the boxT’
“Eight, Curtis.”
“Strike one, and let ns see the time."
He did so. and in contrast to the dense
darkness the flame nearly blinded ns. It
was five o’clock by my watch. The beauti
ful dawn was now blushing on the snow
wreaths far over our heads, and the breeze
would be stirring the night mists in the hol
lows.
[To be continued.]
J- I. Case ACo . are builaing a large
and handsome building on the fair
grounds at Racine in which they will ex
hiblt tner machinery this fall.
THE WIND AND THE ST.-.BS AND THE SEA
The wind and the stars and the sea.
What song can be snug of ikese three,
With worts that are written in lines?
Ah. God of toe siais and the sea.
The voice of ihe song, it should be
The voice ot the wind in the pines
The vo ! ce cf ihe >ong, it should be
The voice of the co-st of the sea.
