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w ) M“Ww“1:1ew. . , 'TMW EAB'L‘E’SWIM. BY 'W. CLARK RUSSEL. â€"_ The little sitting-room, at whose open window I was seated, was very hot. From the lodging on either hand of me there broke into the quietude of the night a horrid, distracting noise of jingling pianos, accom~ .anied by a squealing of female voices. The hour was about eleven. 1 filled my pipe afresh, left the house, and walked in the direction of the beach. The moon rode high. I had never before seen the orb so small, and so brilliantly piercing too. She diffused a wide haze of reenish silver round about her in the eavens, in the skirts of which a few stars of magnitude shone sparely. though clear of the sphere of this steam-like radiance the sky trembled with brilliants, and went hovering to the sea~line, rich with prisms and crystals. In the heart of the silent ocean lay the fan-shaped wake of the moon, and the splendor of its hither extremity, so wide-reaching was it, seemed to melt out in the lines of summer surf which formed and dissolved upon the Wet darkened sand. The sands were a broad firm platform, and stretched before and behind me, whitened into the complexion of ivory by the moon- beams. The cliffs rose tall and dark on my left, a silent range of iron terraces, with the black sky-line of them showing out against the stars, and with nothing to break their continuity save here and there a gap, as of some ravine. The summer-night hush was exquisitely soothing. From afar came the thin faint notes of a band of music playing in the town, past the huge shoulder of cliff, but the distance was too great to suffer the strains to vex the ear. Indeed, the silence was accentuated rather than disturbed by that far off music. The creeping of the surf was like the voice of innumerable fountains. There was not a breath ofair ; the moon's reflections lay tre- mor-less; and in the liquid dusk on the west- ern edge of that motionless path of light, floated the phantom shape of a ship, her hull as black as ink, and her sails stirlessly poised over her in spaces, like ice in shadow. I walked dreamily onward, smoking in pipe and listening to the innumerable babble of the waters upon the bench.’ I went per- haps a mile. There was plenty of time ; no hurry to go to bed on such a night; and there would be abundance of room for the walk home long after the tide should have turn- ed. I came abreast of a mass of black rock, table-shaped, and nearly awash ; that is to say, the water stood almost at the level of it, so that at flood it would be submerged and out of sight. I spied what I thought to be a gloom of light resting upon it ; but on look- ing again I was sure that that strange shin. ing could not be moonlight, for the lustre was local, and it was not light either, but white and its size was about that of a man’s body ; and, indeed, it looked so much like a. naked man that I drew close to examine it. There was dry sand to the rock ;but the wa- ter brimmcd very nearly around it, and there was water under-where the white object lay. On drawing near,I observed t hat what 111 thought to be a gleam of light was the body of a drowned man. I stood staring long enough to satisfy me that he was (lead. It was a. dismal and dreadful object to light upon. The very silence of the night, the beauty of the stars, the high, peaceful, pier- cing moon somehow increased the horror of the thing. On a. dark, stormy night I do not know that such a spectacle would have so shocked and unnerved me as this now did. 1 peered to right and left, but not the shadow of mortal being stirred upon the wide white sweep of the sands. Then, cast- ing my eyes up at the cliff, I recollected that a little distance further on there was a gully, at the head of which stood a coast-guard’s but, and knowing that there would be a man slutiom d on the lookout- up there, I forth- with bent my steps in the direction of the gully, and ascended it until I arrived at the hut. Hero I found a coast-guard. Ho eyed me fixedly as I approached him. I said, “ Good-night, coast-guard.” “ Good-night,” he answered, attentively surveying me by the light of the moon. “ I am somewhat breathless,” said I. “ I have walked fast and that gully is hard to climb. There is adead body on the beach." “ Whercabouts, sir ‘2" he exclaimed, with the instant promptitude of the seaman, and , be advanced to the edge of the cliff. “ It lies on the rockithcre,” said I, point- ing. ~ “ I see it, sir,”said he. “ D‘yc mind com- ing along with me? My mate won't be here for :1. bit." . Together we proceeded to the sands. The coast-guard got upon the rock, and stood viewing the body. Then catching hold of it by the arms, be dragged it gently on to the sand. “ Ay,” said he, “ I thought as lunch. This’ll be the gent as was drowned whilst bathing out of a boat yesterday. Poor fel- low ! he‘s left a wife and two children. There's a reward of twenty pounds offered for his body. That’ll be yonrn, sir.” “It will be yours," said I. “I do not stand in need of money earned in this fash- ion." The body was that of a man ofabout thir- ty. He had fair hair and a large moustache, and in life had doubtless been a handsome young fellow. “”l‘aint often as they comes ashore so perfect," said the coast-guard. They’re mostly all ate up so as to be unrecogniz- able. ' I rccoiled. and said, “ Why am I afraid of this body! It cannot hurt- me. It is but a dead man, and comely too. Why, as he lies there, coast-guard, he might be formed of ivory, moulded by the fingers of the sen out of its own foam, and cast up thus. And yet," said I, looking round. with a silly, chilly shiver running through me, “ I believe it would go near to unsettling my wits were I forced to stand watch by this body all through the night here." " I see he's got his rings on," said the matter‘offact mast-guard, stooping to bripg his eyes close to the fingers of the bot '. “)What is now to be done '3"said I. “ Which way might you be going sir?" “Honeâ€"back to the town," I replied. " ,1 have walked enough by the seashore to- ui ht." I‘ Then," said the coast-guard, “ I'll ask van to report this here discovery to the first bobby yc meets with. Tell him that the body lies almost abreast of Downton Gap ; and if you don't mind giving me a hand sir, y . men. to carry the corpse in case the bobbyâ€"the tide, ye seeâ€"" “ No," said I; “you dragged it single- handed from the rock. You are able to drag it single handed to the foot of the cliff. If I touched the poor thingâ€" \Vell, good-night, coast-guard,” and I walked off, leaving him to handle the body single-hand- ! make than that I was possessed at the time by strong feelings of horror, and perhaps to the footof the cliff, beauty," and he l i l days at a time in it : an 1 the boatmen,there~ fore, were strangers to me. I said to this man : “ Yes, it is the very morning for a swim. What sort of a boat is yours?” “ The best boat in the harbor, sir," he answered. “ There she lies, 'sirâ€"a real pointed eagerly at a wlicrry painted blue, with raised thole-pins, after the fashion of the boats of the Thames watermen. I looked at her and said : “ Yes, she will do very well to take a header from. her alongside.” It was not until I was seated in the stern- Bring ‘ed, for which I have no better excuse to 5 sheets of the boat that I particularly notic- ed this waterman, who, having flung his care over, was propelling his little craft _ fear, which the presence of thecoast-gnard ‘ through the water with a velocity that was i in no degree mitigated. ‘and which were in- warrant of an extraordinary powerful arm. duced, as I can now believe, by the sudden- My eyes then resting upon his face, I found l man want to go out of his depth for if he ness and violence of the obtrusion of an myself struck by his uncommon appearance. « ‘ object of terror upon 'my mind at a moment when it had been rendered in a peculiar sense unprepared for any such experience by the cnervating charm, the sweet relaxing 3 magic of the soft and glorious night of moonshine and silence, and waters seething : with the stealthy hiss of champa ne. I stepped out briskly, and as walked I ,seemed to behold many , drowned men floating shoreward the summer feathering of the breakers. the news, and I then returned to my lodg- , ings and sat in the open window smoking a ' pipe, and as I lighted my pipe the clocks in the town struck the hour of midnight. As I sat smoking thus I surrendered my ‘ mind so wholly to contr mplation of the dead white body I had so suddenly fallen in with, that I might well have supposed theimpres- sion which the encounter would leave must be lifelong. But next day-I returned to ‘ London, and within a week the memory of the little incident had as good as perished from my mind. For a month I was very l busy. My employment was exceedingly arduous, and often obliged me to work late into the night. Then at the expiration of l the month, feeling uncommonly fagged, I ' resolvcd'to spend a. week at the same sea- ‘ side town where I had discovered the body 2 on the rock. The name of this town I will not give. I do not wish to excite the anger of its boat- _ “ Ho 1” they will say should I name l their town. “ Ho 1” they will cry when they have arrived at the end of my story, “ what a loy ! This here piece is put into the newspapers all along 0’ spite. 'I'he gent don’t wish us well, and he’s invented this a. pleasure yacht for taking 0’ people out at a shilling a head, and don’t mean that us pore watermen shall get a living.” Thus would you declaim, 0 ye sons of the beach; and that you may in no wise suffer from any statements of mine, I withhold the name of your town, so that the reader may take his choice of any port or harbor on the coast of the United Kingdom. Nevertheless, what I am about to relate is no “ 10y,” but the truth itselfâ€"absolute, remarkable, liv- mg. I was again at the sea-side. It was now the month of August, and the hottest August that I can remember. After the intolerable heat of London, and the fatigue of my work there, nothing, of course, cgnld prove so beneficial, so bracing, in all senses so re- storing, as sea-bathing. But for the bath- ing-machine sea-bath I had the strongest aversion. First, there was no depth for swnnming. The necessary depth for true enjoyment was to be gained only when the limbs were wellnigh exhausted by the labor of striking out for it. Then I disliked to bathe in company. Again I objected to the crowds who stood watching the bathers from the piers and sands. In fact, for an expert swimmer such as I, there is but one method of bathing in the sea ; he must-take about, row out a mile or two where the brine sparkles foamless, where it is clear of the contamination of the set of the inshore tide, where the blue or green of it is darkly pure with depth. On the morning following the day of my arrival, somewhere about the hour of seven o'clock, I threw some towels over my arm and walked down to a art of the harbor where I knew I shouh find a boatman. Even at this early hour the bite of the sun “as as fierce as though he stood at his meri- dian. The atmosphere was of a brilliant blue. There was a little air of wind that delicately rippled the sea. I beheld not a bore blooming yarn to scare folks from our playing of us. He’s a-going to start a. the town, I had never spent more than three l His skin was very dark, his hair jet~black, and his eyes were of a glassy brilliance,- with pupils of jet. Coarse as his hair was, it curled in ringlets. He‘wore a pair of im- mensely thick whiskers, every fibre of which might have been plucked from a horse’s tail. His nose was heavy and and the large, curve of the nostril white bodies ofgvery deeply graven. In each car was on athick little head consisted of a cap fashioned out of a When I arrived at the town I skin. l met a policeman, to whom I communicated familiar garb of the British boatmanâ€"in a gold hoop, and the covering of his Otherwise he was habited in the blue jersey, large loose trousers, formed oi a yellow stuff called “ fearuaught”; top-boots under the trousers, which were turned up t« reveal a portion of the leather. I observed that his gaze had an odd character of star- ing : it was fixed, stern, yet with a. suggestion of restlessness in it, as of temper. “ Are you a Jew ‘2” said I. “ No fear,” be answered. “ Do not suppose that I ask the question out of any disrespect to you. The Jews are a very intelligent, interesting people. It would cause me to wonder, however, to find a Jew a boatman.” “ I ain’t no Jew, sir,” said he. “ Perhaps you are what is called a Romany Chal '2” “ What’s that?” he cried, gazing at me with his staring eyes. “ A gypsy, isn’t it ‘2” , He grinned, and answered, “ Well, I be- lieve I has some pikey blood in me.” “ What do you mean by pikey ‘2” “ Gypsy,” said he. “ That must be a local term,” said I, “ probably derived from the words turnpike as connecting'the gypsies with the road.” He strained at his cars in silence ; but curiosity in him as to myself, for 1 observed that he ran his eyes over me, dwelling with attention upon every part of my apparel, more especially, as it struck me, upon the rings upon my fingers, and upon my watch chain. I stood up to look around. \Ve were clear of the harbor ; and the fine scene of the cliffs, the houses on top, 'with their flashing windows, the white lustrous line of sands lay stretched before my sight. \Vc were the only small boat upon the surface of the sea ; but near the pier were a number of bathin - machines, and several dark knots of bee. s like cocoa-nuts bobbed in the snow-bright lines of the surf. The horizon was broken by the outlines of a vessel, and one large steamer gliding stately and resplendent, flashes of white fire, like exploding guns, breaking from the double line of her glazed port-holesas her movements brought those windows to the sun, gleams of ruddy flame leaping from the polished brass furniture about her bridge, and a long line of water glancing astern of her, as though she towed from her stern-post some league-long length of shimmering white satin. " \Vhat might be the correct time, sir 3” asked the boatman. “ I drew out my watch, a handsome gold repeater, and gave him the hour. He thank- ed me, and said, “I suppose you’re a good swimmer sir?” d“I am a very good swimmer,” I answer- e ;‘ Then the deeper the water, the better you’ll be pleased, sir. I've been told that makes a man feel so much more buoyant that it’s like strapping a fresh bladder on to nn.’ “ No doubt,” said I : “ what depths have you here 2" “ 0h, here,” cried he, eontcinptuously glancing over the side, “ why, there ain't twelve foot of water here. We’re right on cloud in theskyâ€"no, not so much as ashred top of a bank. Yc’ll need to let me pull of vapor of the size of a man’s hand. In the i you about a mile and a half out to get the harbor the red canvas of smacks preparing to go to sea painted the water under them. The soft wind brought many wholesome odors of tar, of sea-weed, of sawn timber to the nostrils. As I approached that part of the pier off which most of the when-ice be~ longing1 to the town were congre ated, a man w 0 was leaning with his bac ' to me over a stone post, gazing in the direction of the sands, turned his head, and guessing at my intention by observing the towels I carried, stoop erect with alacrity, and call- ed out: “ Boat, air! The werry morning for a swim, sir. A sheet calm, and the l ilood’s only now a-going to make. ” l i a l soundings you want for a first-class swim.” “ Well,” said I, “ there is no hurry. You know all aboutthese waters, of course. By- thc way, when I was here a month a o, I found a drowned body on the sands own there." “Oh, was you the gent, then, as fell in with that body?" said the man, regarding me with his peculiar gypsy stare. " There was amattcr of twenty ound offered for that discovery. \l'ish I' had the finding of that poor fellow. Twenty pound 2 Only think. And it was all paid over to a coast- guard.” “That's right," said I. “ I walked n arter six fadom of water every f nrder fadom Though I had from time to time visited that break in the clid's yonder to the co; . myguestions appeared to have excited some, ;uard’s but there, and gave notice. “'ho was the drowned man, do you know '2" “ It came out in the cronner‘s ”quest, but I for et the name.” “ ow was he drowned 2” “ Why, by a-wading out of his depth, ‘1 allow." “ The coast-guard told me he was drowned l by bathing from a boat.” “He didn’t know nothen about it,” an- swered the boatman. “ There never yet wasa man drownded by bathing out of a boat in these parts. Didn’t ye see the ac- count of the ’qucst in the newspapers ’1" “ N o.” “ Well,” said the man, ,‘ It was supposed he was took with cramp. There‘s too many drownding jobs of that sort going on along the coast. It don’t do us water-man any good. It creates a prejudice ngin the places where the accidents happen. What does a ain’t no swimmer?” “’e fell silent, and he continued to row with great energy, whilst I lay back in the stern-sheets enjoying the sweet cool fresh- ness of the salt air breathing upon the face of the waters, and greatly enjoying the noble and brilliant spectacle of the sea shining under the sun, and of the coast, whose many colors, and whose many feat- ures of structure, of elbow, of cliff, of green slope, of down on top, every stroke of the car was now making more tender, more delicate, more toy-like. After rowing for about twenty minutes, the gypsy faced boatman rested upon his )Z\I‘S, and taking a look around, and then ,raziug over the side into the water, be ex- claimed, “ This here’ll be the spot, sir.” I at once undressed, stood up in the stern- sheets, put my hands together, and went Overboard into the cool green, glass-clear profound. I came to the surface, and with a shake of the head cleared my eyes, and perceived the boatmnn very leisurely pnll- . ing his worry still further out to sea. This was, perhaps, as it should be. He might, in indeed,have headed his boat in for the land ; but, in any case, he was right to keep her in motion as an invitation to me to swim after her. I swam with great enjoyment: the embrace of the water penetrated to my i inmost being, and every pulse in me beat . with a new vitality. I swam directly in the wake of the boat, past the rim of whose stern I could see the head of the boatinan. He held me in view, and he watched me 1n~ tently, though from time to time he would direct his gaze to that part; of the land where the town was situated, and some- time he would turn his head and look be- , . a ‘w‘ it 3 Is a constitutional and not a local disease. and therefore it cannot be cured by local applications. 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They cut down a largeoak tree which was partly hollow, but the entrance to tho hol- lowed portion had almost entirely grown over, leaving only a narrow slit in the out- side of the tree. \Vhen the tree fell to the ground it was split open by the shock, and there lying in the centre of the broken wood, was the skeleton of a man. On one ankle of the skeleton was a band of iron at- tached to apiece of chain, evidently from the manacles worn when he sought refuge in the hollow tree. From all indications the skeleton has grown sufficiently to almost cover the opening through which he crawled to hide. Two of the ribs were broken in such manner as to lead to the belief that it was done by a bullet. A Winning Throw. Rastnsâ€"“W’uz’yo’ down ter do tukkey raflle las’ ebenin’ '2" (.‘lemâ€"“Dat’s de- ve’y place er wuz at, Br’er Rastus.” Rastnsâ€"“ Did yo’ make do winnin’ hind him, that is to say, over the bows of frow ‘2” his boat, in the manner of one who cannot satisfy himself that something 'is not ap- preaching. Presently I thought I would catch hold of the boat by the gunwale, to rest myself,and I called to him to stop rowing, that I might come up with him but he did not stop row- ing. When I called he turned his face from me, and continued to ply his cars. I called to him again, but he paid no attention to me. There was the sullen air of murder in his averted face, and in his whole manner of determination not to hear me. My heart beat furiously, and I felt faint, for now, with the velocity of thought, I was linkin the fate of the man whose dead body I had lighted upon with the gypsy ruflian ahead of me in the boat; and I said to myself, he might have been drowned, and perhaps by that very demon there, as Iam to be drown- ed; left as I am to be left, to swim until he sank from exhaustion, as I am to sink, that the boatman might possess himself of his watch and chain and money, as my watch n and chain and money are the objects for which I am to be obliged to struggle here until I perish ! TO BE CONTINUED. -â€"â€"+â€"â€"â€"â€"- A bazaar in Moscow, presided over by Grand Duchess Elizabeth, wife of the Gov- ernor of Moscow, realized £10,000 for the famine fund. Kincaid St., Brockvillc. Ont., Jan. 11. 1880 : I was confined to my bed by a severe attack of lumbago. A lady friend of mine sent me a part of a bottle of St. Jacobs Oil, which I applied. The effect was simply magical. 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