MARK TWAIN

Samuel Ferguson is about 28, a graduate of Trinity
College, Hartford. B. Henry is 18—a student of same col-
lege—Capt. says the boys were good grit—Henry's under-
lip never quivered but once and that was when he was
told that there was hardly the shadow of a chance for
their rescue, and then the feeling he showed was chiefly
at the thought that he was never to sec his college mates
any more.

Think of this prayer uttered in an open boat, before
uncovered famishing men, in the midst of the Pacific
Ocean and in the midst of the sea lashed to fury by the
anger of a storm:

"0, most powerful and glorious Lord God, at whose
command the winds blow and lift up the waves of the
sea and who stillest the rage thereof; we thy creatures,
but miserable sinners, do in this hour of our great dis-
tress cry unto Thee for help. Save, Lord, or we perish."

5 o'clock, evening before they made land, most mag-
nificent rainbow they ever saw, and spanned the widest
space. Capt. sang out "Saved! there is the bow of prom-
ise, boys!" When such a thing is seen at sea it is nearly
always accompanied by the signs of coming squalls and
tempests, but in this instance the sky was marvclously
clear and entirely free from such signs.

Conversation between the carpenters of Noah's Ark,
laughing at him for an old visionary.

While most men have a manner of speaking peculiar
to themselves no arbitrary system of punctuation can
apply. Every man should know best how to punctuate
his own manuscript.

Monday, July 30. This is the fifth day of dead, almost
motionless, calm—a man can walk a crack on the deck
the ship lies so still. I enjoy it and believe all hands do,

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