About ten o’clock, an object loomed up in the distance.  I thought it was a boat, but could not at once tell.  It approached, and soon I saw it distinctly.  It was a boat, with one sail, and was steering directly for a low beach not far from where I was seated.  My feelings at this moment were so overcome that I lost all power of utterance.  I could not, at first, rise from the rock, My strength, however, shortly returned a little, and I got up and made all the noise I could.  Some of the men near at hand heard me, and came up.  I at once pointed to the boat, which was now near the shore.  They shouted to their companions, and we were all soon at the beach near where the boat was landed.  A black man got out of the boat, and came to me with a letter—­but, before reading it, I besought him for water.  To my surprise he had none, but instead of it had a bottle of rum and a small bag of biscuit.  I told him to bring these on shore, and, taking them, I gave each of my crew a swallow of the rum and a biscuit.  This had the effect of moistening a little our parched mouths and tongues.  I then opened the letter.  It was from my warm and faithful friend Mr. Tucker, of Turk’s Island, and it read as follows, omitting my name: 

“To Captain ——­, or any other unfortunate person or persons who may be found on any of the neighboring islands.  Come as many as can safely and, should any be left, I will find means to convey those that remain.”

The two men, who came in the boat, hesitated about taking all of us at once, as we were nine in number, and with themselves might overload the boat.  We could not, however, bear the thought of leaving any behind.  We therefore all got aboard, shoved off, and made sail.  We had a fair wind, and a smooth sea, and at six o’clock arrived safely at the harbor we had left.  Many persons ran to the beach to meet us as we landed, and among the rest was our deliverer, Mr. Tucker.

The next morning, my friend and deliverer gave me a brief history of what had taken place with himself and his fellow-inhabitants on the island, during the gale.  Many of their houses were levelled to the ground, and some were blown into the sea.  Their cisterns, their only dependence for water, were mostly destroyed.  Even the cannon mounted on a small battery were dismounted, and most of the inhabitants were in great distress.  Every vessel and boat, that floated about the island, were blown to sea or destroyed.  Out of the twenty vessels that were at the island on which Mr. Tucker lived, when the gale came on, only six were heard ever from after.  Five out of these six were wrecked on adjacent islands, and every soul on board three of these perished.  The gale was said, by the oldest inhabitants, to be the most violent ever known in that region.  We remained on the island ten or twelve days, and then, taking passage in a ship bound for New York, reached that city safely on the last of November.

A TUSSLE WITH A WILDCAT.