the voyage now.'" "Sail, ho-o-o!" shouted a dozen voices, as a vivid flash of lightning showed us the form of a small schooner riding upon the crest of a wave, not two cables length ahead. "Hard-a-lee!" shouted the skipper. "My God! make her luff, or we shall be into them." Slowly the ship obeyed her helm, and came up on the wind, trembling to her keel, as the canvas, relieved from the strain, fluttered and thrashed against the mast with immense violence, and a noise more deafening than thunder, while the great seas dashed against the bows, now in full front toward them, with the force and shock of huge rocks projected from a catapult, and the wind shrieked and howled through the rigging as if the spirits of the deep were rejoicing over our dreadful situation. Again the fiery flash shot suddenly athwart the sky. Good God! the schooner, her deck and lower rigging black with human beings, lay broadside to, scarcely ten rods from before our bows. A cry of horror mingled with the rattling thunder and the howl of the storm. I felt my blood curdle in my veins, and an oppression like the nightmare obstructed my voice. The schooner sunk in the trough, and, as the lightning paled, disappeared from sight. The next moment our huge ship, with a headlong pitch, was precipitated upon her. One crash of riven timbers, and a yell of despairing agony, and all was over; the ship fell off from the wind, and we were again driving madly forward into the almost palpable darkness, tearing through the mountain seas. "Rig the pumps and try them," cried Captain Smith, in a hoarse voice, "we may have started a plank by the shock." To the great joy of all, the ship was found to make no more water than usual. All hands soon settled down quietly again, wondering what the run-down schooner could have been, and pitying her unfortunate crew, when a faint shout from the forecastle was heard in a lull of the storm. "Lord save us! what can that be?" exclaimed a dozen of the crew in a breath. "_In nomine Pathris_--" began Teddy, crossing himself in a fright. "Silence there!" cried the skipper; "Mr. Stewart, can it be one of the schooner's crew, who has saved himself by the bowsprit rigging?" "Plaze yer honor," said Teddy, "it's more likely it's one of their ghosts." "Silence, I tell you! who gave you liberty to tell your opinion. Mr. Brewster, hail 'em, whoever they be." "Folk'stle, ahoy!" sung out the second mate; "who's there?" "Help! help! for God's sake!" faintly answered the mysterious voice. "Go forward, there, two hands," ordered the captain; "'t is one of the schooner's crew."