ON THE ROCKS.
"No; several men and women were still clinging to the rigging; our work was not done yet. The next time we got near the ship a sailor threw a bundle down, and I caught it, though I had half a mind to throw it into the sea. I thought it was a blanket, Miss Hilda, and we wanted no extra luggage aboard, I can tell you."
"But what in the world do you think it was? It was a little baby! A tiny mite of a thing, just the picture of my Magpie; and her mother had wrapped her up in the blanket, and given her to the sailor to throw in. Poor lamb, we put her down in the bottom of the boat, and she cried a bit, but we had no time to think of her then; there was her mother to save, and a lot of others besides. We could not do with any more of them at that time; we were getting overweighted as it was, so we got them all, poor things, aboard the steamer, and then back we went to the wreck."
THE BABY IN THE BLANKET.
"We never should have saved them all—there would not have been time; but they were getting a good many ashore by the rope which the rocket had taken out. I'll show you, Master Stanley, the thing they bring them in. We call it the breeches-buoy. They put their legs in the breeches, and the buoy holds them up, and they are drawn along the rope to the shore."
SAVED BY THE BREECHES-BUOY.
"At last the cry went up—'All saved!' and we began to make for shore."
