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But they will not last forever. November came, and the little colony went into winter quarters. December came. And we were all double-banked with sea-weed. The stoves were set up in-doors. The double doors were put on outside, and we were all ready for the “Osprey.” The “Osprey” was the Government steamer which was to bring us our supplies for the winter, chiefly of colza oil,–and perhaps some coal. But the “Osprey” does not appear. December is half gone, and no “Osprey.” We can put the stoves on short allowance, but not our two lanterns. They will only run to the 31st of January, the nights are so long, if the “Osprey” does not come before then.

That is our condition, when old Mipples, bringing back the mail, brings a letter from Boston to say that the “Osprey” has broken her main-shaft, and may not be repaired before the 15th of January,–that Mr. Cutts, will therefore, if he needs oil, take an early opportunity to supply himself from the light at Squire’s,–and that an order on the keeper at Squire’s is enclosed.

To bring a cask of oil from Squire’s is no difficult task to a Tripp’s Cove man. It would be no easy one, dear reader, to you and me. Squire’s is on the mainland,–our nearest neighbor at the Bell and Hammer,–it revolves once a minute, and we watch it every night in the horizon. Tom waited day by day for a fine day,–would not have gone for his oil indeed till the New Year came in, but that Jotham Fields, the other assistant, came down with a fever turn wholly beyond Laura’s management, and she begged Tom to take the first fine day to carry him to a doctor. To bring a doctor to him was out of the question.

“And what will you do?” said Tom.

“Do? I will wait till you come home. Start any fine day after you have wound up the lights on the last beat,–take poor Jotham to his mother’s house,–and if you want you may bring back your oil. I shall get along with the children very well,–and I will have your dinner hot when you come home.”

Tom doubted. But the next day Jotham was worse. Mipples voted for carrying him ashore, and Laura had her way. The easier did she have it, because the south wind blew softly, and it was clear to all men that the run could be made to Squire’s in a short two hours. Tom finally agreed to start early the next morning. He would not leave his sick man at his mother’s, but at Squire’s, and the people there could put him home. The weather was perfect, and an hour before daylight they were gone. They were all gone,–all three had to go. Mipples could not handle the boat alone, nor could Tom; far less could one of them manage the boat, take the oil, and see to poor Jotham also. Wise or not, this was the plan.

An hour before daylight they were gone. Half an hour after sunrise they were at Squire’s. But the sun had risen red, and had plumped into a cloud. Before Jotham was carried up the cliff the wind was northwest, and the air was white with snow. You could not see the house from the boat, nor the boat from the house. You could not see the foremast of the boat from your seat in the stern-sheets, the air was so white with snow. They carried Jotham up. But they told John Wilkes, the keeper at Squire’s, that they would come for the oil another day. They hurried down the path to the boat again, pushed her off, and headed her to the northeast determined not to lose a moment in beating back to the Bell and Hammer. Who would have thought the wind would haul back so without a sign of warning?

“Will it hold up, Simon?” said Tom to Mipples, wishing he might say something encouraging.