The Flag of Distress

eir eyes is an earnest expression?quite different from that of ordinary interrogation. The men may not observe it; if they do, it is without, comprehension of its meaning. They can but think of it as resembling their own, and proceeding from a like cause. For although with backs turned towards the barque, they cast occasional glances over their shoulders, in which curiosity is less observable than apprehension. Despite their natural courage, strengthened by the late appeal to their humanity, the awe is strong upon them. Insidiously returning as they took their seats in the boat, it increases as they draw farther from the frigate and nearer to the barque. Less than half-an-hour has elapsed, and they are now within a cable's length of the strange vessel. " Hold I" commands the lieutenant. The oar-stroke is instantly suspended, and the blades held aloft. The boat gradually loses way, and at length rests stationary on the tranquil water. All eyes are bent upon the barque; glances go search- ingly along her bulwarks, from poop to prow. No preparations to receive them I No one appears on deck?not a head raised over the rail I " Barque ahoy I " hails the lieutenant. " Barque ahoy I" is heard in fainter tone; but not in answer. Only the echo of the officer's voice, coming back from the hollow timbers of the becalmed vessel I There is again silence, more profound then ever. Forthe sailors in the boat have ceased talking; their awe, now intense, hol...