The Lost Galleon

g upon the waters. I listened in terror, I say, for it would not be the first time I had heard on this treacherous lake of ours the cry of the dying.

But, lo and behold! while I yet looked the vessel recoiled a little, shuddering, as though about to take the leap that should destroy her. Then she rushed upon the rock, and I saw clearly, plain as the face of day, that she seemed to pass within it. The rock might have opened to receive her; of that I could not be sure; but she passed from before my eyes into that tremendous wall with its great columns, range upon range, that only the gannet and the gull have visited. She passed, I say, and there was nothing before me but the steel gray lake of Doonass, with the mists blowing off and letting the frosty moon shine through.

PART II.

I went home forgetting all else, even my wedded wife. I remembered only the wreck.

I found Thady busy, as he often was, polishing up the few pieces of thin silver which represented the old treasur