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“These particulars I elicited from the survivor.

“He tells me that ‘Mr. Sheldon did not cry out.. He only
prayed for us boys. He asked the God of heaven to save
us boys.’ ‘How do you know?’ I asked—for he cannot
speak Enelisn.

“*George translated for me. He said, “ Listen, he is
praying God to have mercy on us.” ’

“So was this untaught youth brought near to God in that
hour of agony. He had seized a paddle that floated near,
and then pressed it wedge-wise into the split that alter-
nately opened and shut with the action of the waves. It
also eased the vice-like pressure on the fingers of the others.
A doubtful benefit.

“Then the survivor scrambled astride the canoe, and so
was secure. Then also Mr. Sheldon’s hand was withdrawn ;
but he did not sink at once, because he had jammed the edge
of his cloak into the split, and this held him fast. He had

put his hands together in his ever-devout attitude of prayer.

‘His eyes were shut,’ said the survivor, ‘he spoke not. I
saw the blood on his hand, and the flesh was torn from his
fingers. ‘his was caused by the alternate opening and
closing of the split by which he held. This loss of blood,
and the icy coldness of the water, probably made him almos.
insensible to pain.

“Then came a huge wave and washed him off. Up-borne
by his fur-lined coat, he floated away, half his head remaining
for a long time above the water. To the last his hands were
touching his face. It was George, who had also found a
paddle, who gave it to his master. The survivor pulled his
paddle from the split when he saw Mr. Sheldon washed off,
and pitched it towards him. It struck his face. The youth
cried out, ‘ Chief, chief, take the paddle—the paddle!’ But
he gave no sign of hearing or seeing. The noble lad who
threw the paddle towards his master gave up the only means
he had of saving his own life.

“Here lamin Mr. Sheldon’s house, letter-writing, but
sadly hindered by the company of women and old men, who

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