companion and the lurches of the ship, destroyed
all prospect of repose. I repeated verses from
the most soporific poets I could remember. I
counted numbers, and got up as far as six
hundred and fifty-four, when suddenly the
ship rolled more frightfully than she had
done yet. I felt that she was heeling
completely over, and that the mainyard must be
dipping in the waves. A fearful crashing
of plates and dishes was succeeded by the
still more terrible sound of rushing water. I
opened my eyes, which I had until now kept
obstinately closed. To my horror I discovered
that the port-hole, instead of being at my side,
was directly above my head. I unscrewed the
port and thrust my head out. I was appalled
by what I beheld. The ship was on her beam-
ends, and her masts were disappearing
beneath the angry sea. There was no time to be
lost. Fortunately I had turned in in my day
clothes, boots excepted, so I climbed through
the port-hole, which barely permitted the
passage of my body, and lay clinging to the wet
slippery side of the vessel. A thought struck me.
Shall I waken Schlafenwohl? No; I might lose
my own life in endeavouring to save his. His
ample figure could never pass the narrow port-
hole. It is astonishing how selfish men are apt to
become at such times. I murmured, "Requiescat
in pace," and gazed around me once more.

The vessel was sinking rapidly. Her masts
were now entirely under water, and only a few
feet of her weather yardarm were visible. I heard
a horrible grinding noise. Peering through the
darkness, I beheld an immense iceberg crashing
against the ship's side. I summoned all my
energies, took a tremendous leap, and fell into
a small cavity filled with freshly-fallen snow.
As soon as I recovered my feet I looked once
more around. The Golden Dream had
disappeared, and nothing was visible save a few dark
objects floating on the surface of the water.

I determined to secure one of these objects.
"Possibly," I thought, "the harness-casks on
deck have broken adrift. They are filled with
beef and pork, and the contents of one of them
would support life for months." I descended
cautiously through the thick darkness, to a ledge
which abutted directly on the water. The spray
of the breakers was dashing in my face, and I
trembled lest the frail piece of ice on which I
stood, should give way beneath my feet and
precipitate me into the briny abyss. I stretched
out my hand—it was instantly grasped by
another hand! I drew back in horror, and the
force of my retrograde movement was such that
I pulled the person who had clutched my hand
completely out of the water.

As soon as I had deposited the unknown
individual in a place of comparative safety, I
demanded his name. The figure drew a long
breath, and replied, "Julius Schlafenwohl."

I staggered back in astonishment, and
exclaimed, "Why, good Heaven, how came you
here?"

"Very easily, my friend. You see I am a good
diver and schvimmer, and l took my time about it."

"Why, you've got a long rope tied round your
body!"

"Pull hart upon it, and see vat you will
bring op."

I hauled as he bade me, and presently landed
on the iceberg, a large case.

"You see," continued the German, "I am
never in a hurry. Ven de sheep turned over, I
turned out of my bairt myself, and den I tink
to myself, Julius, you vill vant etwas essen,
so I filled dis box with prog, and schvam qvietly
up the cabin stairs."

"My dear Schlafenwohl!" I exclaimed,
embracing him, "how delighted I am to have been
the means of saving your life!"

"Vell, I don't know about dat," responded
the stolid German, dryly; "I could have saved
myself. You see, my friend, the prog is just
enough for vun—no more."

"My noble fellow!" I replied, "do not
harbour such selfish thoughts. Remember, we
are brothers in adversity, and should help each
other."

"Vot can you help me to?" asked Schlafenwohl,
with a touch of sarcasm.

I stammered, "I—I've nothing, but—yes!
I have a pound of tobacco! I bought it of the
steward to-day, and here it is, safe in the
pocket where I put it."

"Ju—vivallera!" shouted the German,
enthusiastically, "dat is just vot I have not got.
Yes, my friend, we will swear brothership, and
share our goods together."

"Agreed," I replied.

Schlafenwohl laid himself down with a pillow
of snow for his head, and was presently snoring
as tranquilly as if in his own beloved fatherland,
with a federbett of the finest down to cover
him. The peril of my position prevented me
from sleeping. I sat down on a corner of icy
rock, and took the liberty of resting my semi-
frozen feet on Schlafenwohl' s expansive body. I
soon began to feel more comfortable. I lighted
a pipe (my matches were fortunately in a waterproof
case), and anxiously awaited the coming
of daylight.

As I sat thus, I began to reflect on my hardness
of heart. I had not bestowed a thought
on the rest of the passengers, or on the crew,
and yet they had probably all perished. But
they had met with a sudden and speedy death,
whereas I was doomed to a slow and lingering
torture. Even supposing that we had a
sufficiency of provisions, what prospect of rescue
would remain when the last fragment of the
iceberg should crumble away under the ceaseless
action of the waves? Another and far
greater probability was still more appalling.
The durability of the iceberg would probably
far outlast our store of food. I strove to realise
the dreadful situation. Two human beings floating
at the caprice of the wind and waves, on a
frail deceptive mass of crystallised water, glaring
at one another with famine-stricken eyes. At
length it would become necessary to cast lots,
and decide which should slay the other.
Horrible thought! I withdrew my feet hastily from