84 THE AFRICAN TRADER.

‘Never fear Massa Harry,’ said Paul, ‘ we soon
right her.’

We at length reached the boat, and Paul show-
ing me the way, after some exertion, he going ahead
and I keeping astern, we managed to turn her
over. We then shook her from side to side till we
had hove out a considerable amount of water in her.
He told me to get in over the stern, and to begin
bailing with my hat. I didas he advised, thankful
to find myself out of the grasp of the sharks. He
kept splashing about with his heels, and con-
stantly turning round to see that none of the
monsters were near. Looking up I caught sight
of the long boat standing away from us under sail
towards the shore. She had already got too far off

‘to allow of our cries reaching her, or even indeed
for those on board to see us. We were thus cruelly
deserted by our shipmates. We could only hope for
their credit that they supposed we had already lost
our lives, and that there would be no use looking
for us.

At length I having partially cleared the boat,
Paul also got in, and we both began bailing away
as hard as we could with our hats. While thus
employed I saw a huge shark approaching, and I