The paper is scanned again. Owen Sound, Owen Sound. She is reading the marine intelligence. Yes, here is Owen Sound.
"OWEN SOUND, Oct. 16.--Cleared--Propeller Africa, merchandise, for Thunder Bay. Gale blowing, with snow."
Thunder Bay! It is still more incomprehensible.
There is a cry in the streets, hoarse and loud--a triumphant proclamation:
"Extra! Full account o' de shipwreck o' de Africa! Full account o' de big shipwreck!"
A white arm reaches from a front door. A dime is paid for two papers. The door must be held open for light to read.
"Appalling calamity! Unparalleled feat of journalism!"
Hideous it seems to Esther Lockwin. She clings to the newell-post.
"Death, off Cape Croker, of Congressman Lockwin!" There may be two congressmen of that name.
There may be two! It is a dying hope. Can the eyes cling to the column long enough to read that paragraph?