he had some new instance to relate of Pomona's inventive abilities and aptn
r upstairs, and throw it over the bulwarks. Well, she has remedied all that. She has cut a nice little low window in the side of the kitchen, and has made a shutter of
there is danger of her taking more interest in such extraord
for she is of the greatest use to me, and I don't want
it out of Pomona's li
uld the world be if everybody chilled our aspirations
said; "I'll not
s quite too cool to sit out on deck in the e
had prepared a large bed, in which he had planted tur
But our boarder bade us take courage. This was probably the "equinoctial," and when it
d blew up cold at night, and there
We heard our boarder on deck in the garden after we were in bed, and Euphemia said she could no
heels backward over my head, in the orthodox manner, I was on my back, and trying to get on my head from that position. I awoke suddenly, and found that the footboard of the bedstead was much higher than our
fall, and I jumped over the bedstead to her assistance. I had scarcely raised her up
at! Open the door! The
er and sometimes out of it. I got the dining-room door open and set her on the stairs. They were in a topsy-turvy condition, but they were dr
pounding at the door. When Euphemia was
d the boarder. "I'll hold he
ot now seem to be very cold. The deck reminded me of the gang-plank of a Harlem steamboat at low tide. It was inclined at an angle of more than forty-five degrees, I am sure. There was light enough for us
down on that side; it's all dry just there. The boat's turned over toward the water, and I'll
nds, and letting her gently down until I could reach her. She said never a word, but screamed at times. I carried her a little way up the sh
a very great exercise of agility, to pass from the shore to the boat. When I first saw him, on reaching the shelving deck, he was staggering up the stairs with a dining-room chair
, endeavoring to stand on
ings out. The tide's rising and the wind's getti
girl," I said. "She ca
is awkward load. "She would be of about as much use drowned as any other way. If it had
holding the picture and the chair while
he water got over that hole and rushed in. The water an
r Pomona. The lantern still hung on the nail, and I took it down and went into the kitche
d. "Don't you know that this hous
it, and I suppose we shall soo
y as you can. What are yo
said. "We
deck, over the bulwark, down the gang-plank, a
time, but hurried the two women over to the house of our milk-merchant. There, with some difficulty, I roused the good
Trojan. He had already a pile
ving. It was indeed a toilsome business. The floors were shelving, the stairs lea
we broke and some we forgot, and some things were too big to mov
allen in! Making our way as well as we could toward the gaping rent in the deck, we saw that the turnip-bed had gone down bodily into the boarder's room. He did not hesitate, but scrambled down his narrow stairs. I followed him. He struck a match that he had in his pocket, and lighted a little
"we might come down here an
your furnitur
s ruined!"
y of it, but we got hold of his
ing the room a lake of mud. And, as the water was rising rapidly below, and the
er I had gone over to the milk-woman's to assure Euphemia of our safety, the boarder and I passed the rest of the night-
our furniture there, until we could find another habitation. This habitation, we determined,
lly accomplished, and our boarder went to town to look for
needed it, for she had spent the night in a wooden rocking-chair at the milk-woman's),
worn by my feet more than any other's, and how gladly I had walked that way, so often during that deli
as almost entirely under water. The stern stuck up in a mournful and ridiculous manner, with its keel, instead of its broadside, presented to the view of persons on the shore. As I neared the boat
nev er wilt re veal my se cret, or thy hot heart's blood shall
as P
k, the reading of which had so long been interrupted by my harsh decrees. Could I break in on this one hour of rapture? I h
av en her heart's blo od spat te