Presently he became excited, and directed those in the stern how to steer the boat close to the object without going over it. He begged them all to be silent. He leaned over the boat side as they neared it. He clutched it suddenly with both hands and flung it into the boat with a shout of triumph, but sank exhausted by the effort. It was a young turtle; and being asleep on the water, or inexperienced, had allowed them to capture it. This was indeed a godsend--twelve pounds of succulent meat. It was instantly divided, and Mr. Hazel contrived, with some difficulty, to boil a portion of it. He enjoyed it greatly; but Miss Rolleston showed a curious and violent antipathy to it, scarcely credible under the circumstances. Not so the sailors. They devoured it raw, what they could get at all. Cooper could only get down a mouthful or two. He had received his death-wound, and was manifestly sinking. He revived, however, from time to time, and spoke cheerfully, whenever he spoke at all. Welch informed him of every incident that took place, however minute. Then he would nod, or utter a syllable or two. On being told that they were passing through sea-weed, he expressed a wish to see some of it, and when he had examined it, he said to Hazel, "Keep up your heart, sir; you are not a hundred miles from land." He added gently, after a pause, "But I am bound for another port." About five in the afternoon, Welch came aft, with the tears in his eyes, to say that Sam was just going to slip his cable, and had something to say to them. They went to him directly, and Hazel took his hand and exhorted him to forgive all his enemies. "Hain't a got none," was the reply. Hazel then, after a few words of religious exhortation and comfort, asked him if he could do anything for him. "Ay," said Cooper, solemnly. "Got pen and ink aboard, any of ye?" "I have a pencil," said Helen, earnestly; then, tearfully, "Oh, dear! it is to make his will." She opened her prayer-book, which had two blank leaves under each cover. The dying man saw them, and rose into that remarkable energy which sometimes precedes the departure of the soul. "Write!" said he in his deep, full tones. "I, Samuel Cooper, able seaman, am going to slip my cable, and sail into the presence of my Maker." He waited till this was written. "And so I speak the truth. "The ship _Proserpine_ was destroyed willful. "The men had more allowance than they signed for. "The mate was always plying the captain with liquor. "Two days before ever the ship leaked, the mate got the long-boat ready. "When the _Proserpine_ sank, we was on her port quarter, aboard the cutter, was me and my messmate Tom Welch. "We saw two auger-holes in her stern, about two inches diameter. "Them two holes was made from within, for the splinters showed outside. "She was a good ship, and met with no stress of weather to speak of, on that voyage. "Joe Wylie scuttled her and destroyed her people. "D--n his eyes!"