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started on a fishing trip, just without band, softly clasped his bride, true to her a long recf with many jagged gaps, run- even in death's dream. Ah, Heaven, ning parallel with the shore, about half a when man thus keeps his faith, wilt thou mile from it. By some bad tide or hap, be faithless who created the faithful one? or natural negligence of joyfulness (for But they cannot break faith who never though they could not be heard, yet by plighted it. their gestures they seemed singing at the It needs not to be said what nameless time) forced in deep water against that misery now wrapped the lonely widow. iron bar, the ill-made catamaran was over- In telling her own story she passed this set, and came all to pieces; when, dashed almost entirely over, simply recounting by broad-chested swells between their the event. Construe the comment of her broken logs and the sharp teeth of the features, as you might; from her mere reef, both adventurers perished before words little would you have weened that Hunilla's eyes.

Hunilla was herself the heroine of her Before Hunilla's eyes they sank. The tale. But not thus did she defraud us of real woe of this event passed before her our tears. All hearts bled that grief sight as some sham tragedy on the stage. could be so brave. She was seated on a rude bower among She but showed us her soul's lid, and the withered thickets, crowning a lofty the strange ciphers thereon engraved; all cliff, a little back from the beach. The within, with pride's timidity, was withthickets were so disposed, that in looking held. Yet was there one exception. Holdupon the sea at large she peered out from ing out her small olive hand before our among the branches as from the lattice of

captain, she said in mild and slowest a high balcony. But upon the day we Spanish, “Señor, I buried him ;" then speak of here, the better to watch the ad. paused, struggled as against the writhed venture of those two hearts she loved, coilings of a snake, and cringing suddenHunilla had withdrawn the branches to ly, leaped up, repeating in impassioned one side, and held them so. They form- pain, "I buried him, my life, my soul !” ed an oval frame, through which the Doubtless it was by half-unconscious, bluey boundless sea rolled like a painted automatic motions of her hands, that this

And there, the invisible painter heavy-hearted one performed the final ofpainted to her view the wave-tossed and fices for Felipe, and planted a rude cross disjointed raft, its once level logs slanting- of withered sticks-no green ones might ly upheaved, as raking masts, and the four be had-at the head of that lonely grare, struggling arms undistinguishable among where rested now in lasting uncomplaint them; and then all subsided into smooth- and quiet haven he whom untranquil seas flowing creamy waters, slowly drifting had overthrown. the splintered wreck; while first and last, But some dull sense of another body no sound of any sort was heard. Death that should be interred, of another cross in a silent picture; a dream of the eye ; that should hallow another grave-unmade such vanishing shapes as the mirage as yet ;-some dull anxiety and pain shows.

touching her undiscovered brother now So instant was the scene, so trance-like haunted the oppressed Hunilla. Her its mild pictorial effect, so distant from hands fresh from the burial earth, she her blasted tower and her common sense slowly went back to the beach, with unof things, that Hunilla gazed and gazed, shaped purposes wandered there, her spellnor raised a finger or a wail. But as bound eye bent upon the incessant waves. good to sit thus dumb, in stupor staring But they bore nothing to her but a dirge, on that dumb show, for all that other which maddened her to think that murwise might be done. With half a mile derers should mourn. As time went by, of sea between, could her two enchanted and these things came less dreamingly to arms aid those four fated ones? The dis- her mind, the strong persuasions of her tance long, the time one sand. After the Romish faith, which sets peculiar store Tightning is beheld, what fool shall stay by consecrated urns, prompted her to rethe thunderbolt ? Felipe's body was sume in waking earnest that pious search washed ashore, but Truxill's never came; which had but been begun as in somnamonly his gay, braided hat of golden straw bulism. Day after day, week after week, -that saine sunflower thing he waved she trod the cindery beach, till at length to her, pushing from the strand—and now, a double motive edged every eager glance. to the last gallant, it still saluted her. With equal longing she now looked for the But Felipe's body floated to the marge, living and the dead; the brother and the with one arm encirclingly outstretched. captain; alike vanished, never to return. Lock-jawed in grim death, the lover-hus- Little accurate note of time had Hunilla


taken under such emotions as were hers, last said Hunilla to herself; " this gives and little, outside herself, served for ca- me certain time to stand on; without cerlendar or dial. As to poor Crusoe in the tainty I go mad. In loose ignorance I self-same sea, no saint's bell pealed forth have hoped and hoped; now in firm knowthe lapse of week or month; each day ledge I will but wait. Now I live and no went by unchallenged; no chanticleer an- longer perish in bewilderings. Holy Virnounced those sultry dawns, no lowing gin, aid me! Thou wilt waft back the herds those poisonous nights. All wonted ship. Oh, past length of weary weeksand steadily recurring sounds, human, or all to be dragged over-to buy the cerhumanized by sweet fellowship with man, tainty of to-day, I freely give ye, though but one stirred that torrid trance,-the I tear ye from me!” cry of dogs; save which nought but the As mariners tossed in tempest on some rolling sea invaded it, an all pervading desolate ledge patch them a boat out of monotone; and to the widow that was the remnants of their vessel's wreck, and the least loved voice she could have heard. launch it in the self-same waves, see here

No wonder that as her thoughts now Hunilla, this lone shipwrecked soul, out wandered to the unreturning ship, and of treachery invoking trust. Humanity, were beaten back again, the hope against thou strong thing. I worship thee, not in hope so struggled in her soul, that at the laurelled victor, but in this vanquished length she desperately said, “Not yet, not yet; my foolish heart runs on too fast.” Truly Hunilla leaned upon a reed, a real So she forced patience for some further one; no metaphor; a real Eastern reed. weeks. But to those whom earth's sure A piece of hollow cane, drifted from unindraft draws, patience or impatience is known isles, and found upon the beach, still the same.

its once jagged ends rubbed smoothly Hunilla now sought to settle precisely even as by sand-paper; its golden glazing in her mind, to an hour, how long it was gone. Long ground between the sea and since the ship had sailed; and then, with land, upper and nether stone, the unvarthe same precision, how long a space re

nished substance was filed bare, and wore mained to pass. But this proved impos- another polish now, one with itself, the sible. What present day or month it polish of its agony.

Circular lines at was she could not say. Time was her intervals cut all round this surface, dilabyrinth, in which Hunilla was entirely vided it into six panels of unequal length. lost.

In the first were scored the days, each And now follows

tenth one marked by a longer and deeper Against my own purposes a pause de- notch ; the second was scored for the numscends upon me here. One knows not ber of sea-fowl eggs for sustenance, picked whether nature doth not impose some se- out from the rocky nests; the third, how crecy upon him who has been privy to many fish had been caught from the certain things. At least, it is to be shore; the fourth, how many small tordoubted whether it be good to blazon toises found inland; the fifth, how many such. If some books are deemed most days of sun; the sixth, of clouds; which baneful and their sale forbid, how then last, of the two, was the greater one. with deadlier facts, not dreams of doting Long night of busy numbering, misery's men? Those whom books will hurt will mathematics, to weary her too-wakeful not be proof against events. Events, not soul to sleep; yet sleep for that was books, should be forbid. But in all things man sows upon the wind, which bloweth The panel of the days was deeply worn, just there whither it listeth ; for ill or the long tenth notches half effaced, as good man cannot know. Often ill comes alphabets of the blind. Ten thousand from the good, as good from ill.

times the longing widow had traced her When Hunilla

finger over the bamboo; dull flute, which Dire sight it is to see some silken beast played on, gave no sound; as if counting long dally with a golden lizard ere she de- birds flown by in air, would hasten torvour. More terrible, to see how feline toises creeping through the woods. Fate will sometimes dally with a human After the one hundred and eightieth soul, and by a nameless magic make it re- day no further mark was seen; that last pulse one sane despair with another which one was the faintest, as the first the is but mad. Unwittingly I imp this cat- deepest. like thing, sporting with the heart of him There were more days," said our Capwho reads; for if he feel not, he does read tain; "many, many more; why did you in vain.

not go on and notch them too, Hunilla ?" _" The ship sails this day, to-day," at "Señor, ask me not."


“ And meantime, did no other vessel “ I have said, Señor; something came pass the isle ?"

through the air." “Nay, Señor ;-but

It was a narrow chance. For when in " You do not speak; but what, Hu- crossing the isle Hunilla gained the high nilla?"

land in the centre, she must then for the “Ask me not, Señor."

first have perceived our masts, and also “You saw ships pass, far away; you

marked that their sails were being loosed, 'waved to them ; they passed on ;-was perhaps even heard the echoing chorus of that it, Hunilla ?

the windlass song. The strange ship was “Señor, be it as you say.”

about to sail, and she behind. With all Braced against her woe, Hunilla would haste she now descends the height on the not, durst not trust the weakness of her hither side, but soon loses sight of the tongue. Then when our Captain asked ship among the sunken jungles at the whether any whale-boats had

mountain's base. She struggles on through But no, I will not file this thing com- the withered branches, which seek at plete for scoffing souls to quote, and call every step to bar her path, till she comes it firm proof upon their side. The half to the isolated rock, still some way from shall here remain untold. Those two un- the water. This she climbs, to reassure named events which befell Hunilla on this herself. The ship is still in plainest sight. isle, let them abide between her and her But now worn out with over tension, God. In nature, as in law, it may be Hunilla all but faints; she fears to step libellous to speak some truths.

down from her giddy perch; she is feign Still, how it was that although our to pause, there where she is, and as a last vessel had lain three days anchored nigh resort catches the turban from her head, the isle, its one human tenant should not unfurls and waves it over the jungles tohave discovered us till just upon the point

wards us. of sailing, never to revisit so lone and far During the telling of her story the a spot; this needs explaining ere the mariners formed a voiceless circle round sequel come.

Hunilla and the Captain; and when at The place where the French captain had length the word was given to man the landed the little party was on the farther fastest boat, and pull round to the isle's and opposite end of the isle. There too thither side, to bring away Hunilla's it was that they had afterwards built chest and the tortoise-oil; such alacrity their hut. Nor did the widow in her of both cheery and sad obedience seldom solitude desert the spot where her loved before was seen. Little ado was made. ones had dwelt with her, and where the Already the anchor had been recommitted dearest of the twain now slept his last to the bottom. and the ship swung calmly long sleep, and all her plaints awaked to it. him not, and he of husbands the most But Hunilla insisted upon accompanyfaithful during life.

ing the boat as indispensable pilot to her Now, high broken land rises between hidden hut. So being refreshed with the the opposite extremities of the isle. A best the steward could supply, she started ship anchored at one side is invisible from

with us.

Nor did ever any wife of the the other. Neither is the isle so small, most famous admiral in her husband's but a considerable company might wander barge receive more silent reverence of for days through the wilderness of one respect, than poor Hunilla from this boat's side, and never be seen, or their halloos heard, by any stranger holding aloof on Rounding many a vitreous cape and the other. Hence Hunilla, who naturally bluff, in two hours' time we shot inside associated the possible coming of ships the fatal reef; wound into a secret cove, with her own part of the isle, might to looked up along a green many-gabled the end have remained quite ignorant of lava wall, and saw the island's solitary the presence of our vessel, were it not for dwelling. a mysterious presentiment, borne to her, It hung upon an impending cliff, shelso our mariners averred, by this isle's tered on two sides by tangled thickets, and enchanted air. Nor did the widow's an- half-screened from view in front by jutswer undo the thought.

tings of the rude stairway, which climb"How did you come to cross the isle ed the precipice from the sea. Built of this morning then, Hunilla ?” said our canes, it was thatched with long. mildewCaptain.

It seemed an abandoned hay“Señor, something came flitting by me. rick, whose haymakers were It touched my cheek, my heart, Señor." more. The roof inclined but one way ; “What do you say, Hunilla ?"

the eaves coming to within two feet of


ed grass

now no

While my

the ground. And here was a simple ap

break from the small scoop-holes among paratus to collect the dews, or rather the adjacent rocks, she had shared the dew doubly-distilled and finest winnowed rains, of her calabash among them ; never laywhich, in mercy or in mockery, the night- ing by any considerable store against skies sometimes drop upon these blighted those prolonged and utter droughts, which Encantadas. All along beneath the in some disastrous seasons warp these eaves, a spotted sheet, quite weather- isles. stained, was spread, pinned to short, up- Having pointed out, at our desire, what right stakes, set in the shallow sand. A few things she would like transported to small clinker, thrown into the cloth, the ship—her chest, the oil, not omitting weighed its middle down, thereby strain- the live tortoises which she intended for a ing all moisture into a calabash placed grateful present to our Captain-we imbelow. This vessel supplied each drop of mediately set to work, carrying them water ever drunk upon the isle by the to the boat down the long, sloping stair Cholos. Hunilla told us the calabash of deeply-shadowed rock. would sometimes, but not often, be half comrades were thus employed, I looked, filled over-night. It held six quarts, per

and Hunilla had disappeared. haps. “But," said she, we were used to It was not curiosity alone, but, it seems thirst. At Sandy Payta, where I live, to me, something different mingled with it, no shower from heaven ever fell; all the which prompted me to drop my tortoises, water there is brought on mules from the and once more gaze slowly around. I reinland vales."

membered the husband buried by HunilTied among the thickets were some la's hands. A narrow pathway led into a twenty moaning tortoises, supplying Hu- dense part of the thickets. Following it nilla's lonely larder; while hundreds of through many mazes, I came out upon a vast tableted black bucklers, like displaced, small, round, open space, deeply chamshattered tomb-stones of dark slate, were bered there. also scattered round. These were the The mound rose in the middle; a bare skeleton backs of those great tortoises heap of finest sand, like that unverdured from which Felipe and Truxill had made heap found at the bottom of an hourtheir precious oil. Several large cala- glass run out. At its head stood the bashes and two goodly kegs were filled cross of withered sticks; the dry, pealed with it. In a pot near by were the caked bark still fraying from it; its transverse crusts of a quantity which had been per- limb tied up with rope, and forlornly mitted to evaporate. " They meant to adroop in the silent air. have strained it off next day," said Hunil- Hunilla was partly prostrate upon the la, as she turned aside.

grave; her dark head bowed, and lost in 'I forgot to mention the most singular her long, loosened Indian hair; her hands sight of all, though the first that greeted extended to the cross-foot, with a little us after landing; memory keeps not in brass crucifix clasped between ; a crucifix all things to the order of occurrence. worn featureless, like an ancient graven

Some ten small, soft-haired, ringleted knocker long plied in vain. She did not dogs, of a beautiful breed, peculiar to see me, and I made no noise, but slid Peru, set up a concert of glad welcom- aside, and left the spot. ings when we gained the beach, which A few moments ere all was ready for was responded to by Hunilla. Some of our going, she reappeared among us. I these dogs had, since her widowhood,

looked into her eyes, but saw no tear. been born upon the isle, the progeny of There was something which seemed the two brought from Payta. Owing to strangely haughty in her air, and yet it the jagged steeps and pitfalls, tortuous was the air of woe. A Spanish and an thickets, sunken clefts and perilous intri- Indian grief, which would not visibly lacacies of all sorts in the interior; Hunilla, ment. Pride's height in vain abased to admonished by the loss of one favorite proneness on the rock ; nature's pride among them, never allowed these delicate subduing nature's torture. creatures to follow her in her occasional Like pages the small and silken dogs birds’-nests climbs and other wanderings; surrounded her, as she slowly descended so that, through long habituation, they towards the beach. She caught the two offered not to follow, when that morning most eager creatures in her arms :—"Mia she crossed the land; and her own soul Teeta! Mia Tomoteeta!” and fondling was then too full of other things to heed them, inquired how many could we take their lingering behind. Yet, all along she on board. had so clung to them, that, besides what The mate commanded the boat's crew; moisture they lapped up at early day- not a hard-hearted man, but his way of life had been such that in most things, spired the sense of desolation. The oars even in the smallest, simple utility was were plied as confederate feathers of two his leading motive.

wings. No one spoke. I looked back “We cannot take them all, Hunilla ; upon the beach, and then upon Hunilla, our supplies are short; the winds are un- but her face was set in a stern dusky reliable; we may be a good many days calm. The dogs crouching in her lap going to Tombez. So take those you have, vainly licked her rigid hands. She never Hunilla ; but no more."

looked behind her; but sat motionless, She was in the boat; the oarsmen too till we turned a promontory of the coast were seated; all save one, who stood ready and lost all sights and sounds astern. to push off and then spring himself. With She seemed as one, who having experithe sagacity of their race, the dogs now enced the sharpest of mortal pangs, was seemed aware that they were in the very henceforth content to have all lesser heartinstant of being deserted upon a barren strings riven, one by one. To Hunilla, strand. The gunwales of the boat were pain seemed so necessary, that pain in high ; its prow-presented inland-was other beings, though by love and sympalifted; so owing to the water, which they thy made her ownwas unrepiningly to seemed instinctively to shun, the dogs be borne. A heart of yearning in a could not well leap into the little craft. frame of steel. A heart of earthly yearnBut their busy paws hard scraped the prow, ing, frozen by the frost which falleth from as it had been some farmer's door shut

the sky. ting them out from shelter in a winter The sequel is soon told. After a long storm. A clamorous agony of alarm. passage, vexed by calms and baffling They did not howl, or whine; they all winds, we made the little port of Tombez but spoke.

in Peru, there to recruit the ship. Payta “Push off! Give way!” cried the was not very distant. Our captain sold mate. The boat gave one heavy drag and the tortoise oil to a Tombez merchant; lurch, and next moment shot swiftly

from and adding to the silver a contribution the beach, turned on her heel, and sped. from all hands, gave it to our silent pasThe dogs ran howling along the water's senger, who knew not what the marizers marge; now pausing to gaze at the fly- had done. ing boat, then motioning as if to leap in The last seen of lone Hunilla she was chase, but mysteriously withheld them- passing into Payta town, riding upon a selves; and again ran howling along the small gray ass; and before her on the beach. Had they been human beings ass's shoulders, she eyed the jointed hardly would they have more vividly in- workings of the beast's armorial cross.

(To be continued.)


PASS, hazy dream of drowsing noon!

Wake, Naples, with thy nightly glow!
O'er Capri's stately cloud the moon

Her golden crescent raises slow.

Those stars among the orange blooms

Outshine the wanderers of the skies;
More sweet than evening's still perfumes

Love's voiceless longings rise.

Of white and tremulous hopes she weaves

Her bridal crown the moon beneath.
Shine on, bright moon! those buds and leaves

Will be fair in a funeral wreath!

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