“Where shall we go, boys?” asked Bart.
“To the woods,” said Phil,
“To Gaspereaux,’ said Arthur.
“A game of cricket,’ said Tom.
“No, boys,” said Bruce; “let’s go down and see what’s become of the old Antelope.”
“That’s the idea,” said Bart, “the glorious old Antelope. Let’s have one last look at her. By this time, perhaps, she is half covered with mud. It was a soft place, I think, where she was lying, and she will soon be buried out of sight; so let’s have one final look at her before we lose sight of her forever.”
This proposal was in the highest degree satisfactory to the other boys, and soon they started down the road to the place where the Antelope lay. On reaching the place, they found that it was high tide, and the ill-fated schooner lay in the same place where they had seen her last, far over on her side, with her masts pointing downward. The tide had risen so high that it covered more than half of her, leaving only part visible. The upper parts of her masts also were covered. At such a melancholy spectacle the boys stood for some time in solemn silence. Another schooner lay not far away, at a wharf, but they felt no curiosity about her. All their thoughts were taken up with the Antelope.
“And so this is the end of her,’ said Bruce, solemnly.
“Hic jacet, as Captain Corbet said,’ remarked Phil.
“Who would have thought that her end was so near?” said Arthur.