vol. iii.—no. 131. | Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York. | price four cents. |
Tuesday, May 2, 1882. | Copyright, 1882, by Harper & Brothers. | $1.50 per Year, in Advance. |
A sky darkened by clouds hurrying before driving winds, a sea gray-facedand wrinkled tossing restlessly beneath a mass of barren rocks uponwhich stood a tall light-house, made up the dreary picture Huldah Deanewas gazing upon with such wistful intentness. Her gray eyes presentlyfollowed the swoop of an osprey, and his after-flight upward with hisprey in his talons.
"I would rather be that fish-hawk than Huldah Deane," she said, givingexpression to her gloomy thoughts. "I must stay here day in, yearout—here, where nothing happens, where the sea frets, and I fret withit. So I light the Captain's pipe, scrub the tower, and do chores forthe dame. Who cares what else I do, or what becomes of me? Yes, old sea,I'd rather be a fish-hawk, and snatch fish from you, than be HuldahDeane. Oh dear! If something would only happen! If I could do somethinggreat or wonderful—go out in a life-boat, maybe, to save drowningfolks, or—"
"Huldy! Huldy Deane!" The quick, impatient call reached her, even abovethe roaring of the surf. It wa