The young girl took the spy glass, but the fog obscured the glasses.
She calmly wiped them, and looked again.

"I perceive the top of a mast," said she.

"Where is it?"

"At the head of the long reef. O God, if the fog would only lift."
And the young girl raised an earnest prayer to Heaven.

"Why, Father," she called suddenly, "I see something move. There are
many of them; they are waiting for us; let us go."

"You do not think, my child," said her father; "stay here; I will go
alone."

"Alone to meet those frightful waves, and no one to guide the helm?
That would be to go to a certain death. I am stronger than you.
Think of no such thing, Father. I shall go with you, and we will
save them."

Her father looked in her face, and his eyes filled with tears.

"So be it," he said; "we will die together."

"We will live, and we will save them. Let us to the work."

She hurried on her father. In the twinkling of an eye, the boat,
moored in a creek, was unfastened, and launched upon the boiling