to feel less and less courage to labor in propelling the boat.

The widow who was not a little of a philosopher and a woman of good
sound mind, determined to do something to amuse the men, and cheer them
up in their emergency; she saw how sadly they needed some such
influence, and telling her daughter of her purpose, when night again
came on she induced her to sing some of her sweetest airs with all her
power of execution, and to repeat them to the real joy and delight of
these hardy men, who at once gathered an agency from this music, and
declared it was the harbinger of good. Whether it was so in the way they
supposed or not, it certainly was a harbinger of good as it regarded its
cheering effects upon them, and their hearts were again filled with
hope, and their sinews bent once more to toil at the oars.





CHAPTER VII.

THE SEA WITCH.




WHILE those sweet notes were being uttered under these peculiar
circumstances, and the soft thrilling voice of, the English girl floated
over the sea, and the stars looked down coldly upon those wrecked
adventurers, the mate who sat at the helm was observed to be peering in
the boat's wake, as though looking for some coming object that would