A STORM ON THE LAKE. 59 any idea of where they were, or whither they were going. They had lost all control over the boat, and were at the mercy of the winds and waves. And now at about a hundred feet behind the boat a huge wave upreared its foam-crowned crest, whilst in front a black whirlpool was formed by the sudden sinking of the water. All su-rface agita- tion, crushed by the wind, had disappeared around this awful gulf, which, growing deeper and blacker every moment, drew the devoted little vessel towards its fatal embrace. Ever nearer came the mighty wave, all lesser billows sinking into insignificance before it. It gained upon the boat, another moment and it would crush it to atoms. Norman, looking round, saw its approach; and Mrs Barnett and the Lieutenant, with eyes fixed and staring, awaited in fearful suspense the blow from which there was no escape. The wave broke over them with the noise of thunder ; it enveloped the stern of the boat in foam, a fearful crash was heard, and a cry burst from the lips of the Lieutenant and his companion, smothered beneath the liquid mass. They thought that all was over, and that the boat had sunk; but no, it rose once more, although more than half filled with water. The Lieutenant uttered a cry of despair. Where was Norman j The poor old sailor had disappeared ! Mrs Paulina Barnett looked inquiringly at Hobson. " Norman ! " he repeated, pointing to his empty place. " Unhappy man ! " murmured Mrs Barnett ; and at the risk of being flung from the boat rocking on the waves, the two started to their feet and looked around them. But they could see and hear nothing. No cry for help broke upon their ears. No dead body floated in the white foam. The old sailor had met his death in the element he loved so well. Mrs Barnett and Hobson sank back upon their seats. They were now alone, and must see to their own safety ; but neither of them knew anything of the management of a boat, and even an experi- enced hand could scarcely have controlled it now. They were at the mercy of the waves, and the bark, with distended sail, swept along in mad career. What could the Lieutenant do to check or direct its course ? What a terrible situation for our travellers, to be thus overtaken by a tempest in a frail bark which they could not manage ! " We are lost ! " said the Lieutenant.
