orerunners, would tear away a
huge fragment of rock, and throw it into the air as if it had been
projected from the mouth of a volcano, or send it rolling along the
down, making it dangerous to approach the spot; and, while dense sheets
of spray obscured the view seaward, the great body of water was thrown
back in a continuous cascade, increasing the tumult of the foaming
caldron which raged below.

"It was near this wild place that Lawrence Brindister obtained that
strange dog of his," said Captain Maitland to Morton. "It was the only
living creature washed ashore from the wreck of a large ship--a
foreigner, we could not ascertain of what nation. While others were
engaged in picking up the treasures they could find, he, at no little
risk to his own life, assisted the poor animal, who was sadly battered
by the fragments of wreck, and exhausted by swimming to land. The
creature looked up into his face, licked his hand, and, from that
moment, claimed him as his master, and would follow no one else. See,
there he stands; I fear he is to-day in one of his maddest fits."

The captain pointed, as he spoke, to the top of a high rocky mount which
overlooked the sea. Lawrence Brindister, with his two dumb animals by
his side, was there seen gesticulating wildly, waving his hand towards
the ocean, and shouting apparently with his utmost strength. The roar
of the waters, however, as they were hurled against the cliff, added to
the howling of the tempest, created a noise so deafening that even the
two seamen, accustomed even in the hurricane to make their voices heard,
could with difficulty hear each other speak.

Their first glance, as they came in sight of the sea, was in search of
the ship of which Lawrence had told them.

"Too true, there she is," exclaimed Morton, while a sickening feeling
came over his heart.

Morton and his friend lifted their glasses to their eyes mechanically,
for they could scarcely have expected to have discovered more than their
unaided sight would have told them.

"She is the Spanish corvette, there's no doubt about it," shouted Morton
to his companion, who, however, could scarcely hear what else he said,
as he added: "All the poor fellows on board can hope to do is to put off
this fatal moment, though I doubt not they have some notion of making
Yell Sound; but the sight of Ronas Hill must, if they look at their
charts, show them that they cannot fail to drive on shore long before
they cou