“But you will not have time to finish the story,” said Phonny.

“Yes,” replied Beechnut; “there is very little more to tell.  It is only to give an account of our shipwreck.”

“Why, did you have a shipwreck?” exclaimed Phonny.

“Yes,” said Beechnut.  “When you have turned the wagon, I will tell you about it.”

So Phonny, taking a great sweep, turned the wagon round, and the party set their faces toward home.  The Marshal was immediately going to set out upon a trot, but Phonny held him back by pulling upon the reins and saying: 

“Steady, Marshal! steady!  You have got to walk all the way home.”

“The storm drove us upon the Nova Scotia coast,” said Beechnut, resuming his story.  “We did not know anything about the great danger that we were in until just before the ship went ashore.  When we got near the shore the sailors put down all the anchors; but they would not hold, and at length the ship struck.  Then there followed a dreadful scene of consternation and confusion.  Some jumped into the sea in their terror, and were drowned.  Some cried and screamed, and acted as if they were insane.  Some were calm, and behaved rationally.  The sailors opened the hatches and let the passengers come up, and we got into the most sheltered places that we could find about the decks and rigging, and tied ourselves to whatever was nearest at hand.  My father opened his trunk and took out his two clock-weights, and gave me one of them; the other he kept himself.  He told me that we might as well try to save them, though he did not suppose that we should be able to do so.

“Pretty soon after we struck the storm seemed to abate a little.  The people of the country came down to the shore and stood upon the rocks to see if they could do anything to save us.  We were very near the shore, but the breakers and the boiling surf were so violent between us and the land that whoever took to the water was sure to be dashed in pieces.  So everybody clung to the ship, waiting for the captain to contrive some way to get us to the shore.”

“And what did he do?” asked Phonny.

“He first got a long line and a cask, and he fastened the end of the long line to the cask, and then threw the cask overboard.  The other end of the line was kept on board the ship.  The cask was tossed about upon the waves, every successive surge driving it in nearer and nearer to the shore, until at last it was thrown up high upon the rocks.  The men upon the shore ran to seize it, but before they could get hold of it the receding wave carried it back again among the breakers, where it was tossed about as if it had been a feather, and overwhelmed with the spray.  Presently away it went again up upon the shore, and the men again attempted to seize it.  This was repeated two or three times.  At last they succeeded in grasping hold of it, and they ran up with it upon the rocks, out of the reach of the seas.