THE FISHERMAN’S BOY. Al

fisherman began to bale it out, and he set
Jock to baling too, thinking that the exercise
might help to keep him warm. Jock baled
industriously a long time, but at length he
got almost exhausted ; and as the waves in-
creased, the water came in rather faster than
they both could bale it out. It was now
very dark ; and all the hope the fisherman
had of saving their lives was, that they might
be pretty near the land, and might suddenly
come to it.”

“And were they pretty near?” asked
Rollo.

“No,” said Jonas, “they were more than
ten miles from land, and going farther and
farther away.”

‘““O, dear me!” said Rollo; “then poor
little Jock was drowned.”

“No,” said Jonas, “for just as they were
about giving up in despair, Jock, who was
looking out for’ard, cried out suddenly,

““< Why, father, what is here ??

“The fisherman looked out eagerly, and
saw, just before them, on the larboard bow,
a large, dark mass; and a moment after, as
_ they were rapidly approaching it, he per-

| ceived that it was the hull of a vessel. He
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