"It is coming! the clouds lift--the darkness is cleft--the bosom of the deep heaves with life! Young man, look again! See you not the faint outlines of a ship, spars, hull, and sails, reefed close--there--there, riding in the bosom of the storm?" He broke off with this exclamation, and drew his tall figure upright, pointing towards the sea with a gesture of almost solemn exultation. "Is that a ship, I say, or a bleak skeleton of the thing I have been waiting for?" "Upon my life--upon my soul, ten thousand pardons--but I think it really is a ship, or some evil spirit has pencilled the skeleton of his devil's craft in the clouds." "Ha!" ejaculated the old man with a start, "see, see!" The strange being might well cry out with astonishment. As he looked the great embankment of clouds was torn asunder, and a burst of fire kindled up its edges till it hung like streamers and tatters of flame around a vessel of considerable size, which was, for the instant, lifted out of the cloud into full view. The young man, whose sight was clear, could even detect persons grouped upon the deck. "It is a signal gun. She wants a pilot, or is in distress," he said, eagerly. "Ha! she blazes out once more--they are casting her anchor. Heavens, how she plunges! There--there, the cloud swallows her again!" The old man had fallen upon his knees, allowing his long, gray cloak to sweep away with the wind. He locked both hands over his face, and seemed to be offering up either thanksgiving or entreaties to heaven; for his voice, sharp and piercing, penetrated the storm too impetuously for the words to be distinguished. The young man stood a moment, reluctant to disturb him. That thin form was completely exposed to the storm, and he could not refrain from an attempt to rescue the old man's cloak from the wind, and gather it about him. Besides, the grass was completely saturated on which he knelt, and to remain upon it longer might bring a death chill. "Sir, forgive me, but this is a dangerous place for prayer. The earth is deluged where you kneel." The old man struggled to his feet, and looked down upon the crushed grass with humiliation and wonder. "Kneel! did I in truth kneel?" he said, anxiously, like one who excuses himself from a grave crime; "and here, in the open day? I beseech you, remember, my young friend, that it was the surprise of yon ship and the tempest which cast me into that unseemly position. When a servant of God prays, it should be standing upright, face to face with the Being after whose image he was made." "You were, indeed greatly overcome," answered the youth, arranging the folds of the old man's cloak. "The ship yonder must contain some dear friend, that its appearance should move you so deeply." "Some dear friend! Samuel Parris has no friends to expect from the mother-land now. It is many years since he and all that is left of his kin took root in the New World." "And yet you were looking for the ship so anxiously?"