All night it fell , all night the castaways revelled in the saving shower , and took heart again , like dying plants revived by heaven 's dew . The clouds broke away at dawn , and Emil sprung up , wonderfully braced and cheered by those hours of silent gratitude for this answer to their cry for help . But this was not all ; as his eye swept the horizon , clear against the rosy sky shone the white sails of a ship , so near that they could see the pennon at her mast-head and black figures moving on the deck . One cry broke from all those eager throats , and rang across the sea , as every man waved hat or handkerchief and the women stretched imploring hands towards this great white angel of deliverance coming down upon them as if the fresh wind filled every sail to help her on . No disappointment now ; answering signals assured them of help ; and in the rapture of that moment the happy women fell on Emil 's neck , giving him his reward in tears and blessings as their grateful hearts overflowed . He always said that was the proudest moment of his life , as he stood there holding Mary in his arms ; for the brave girl , who had kept up so long , broke down then , and clung to him half fainting ; while her mother busied herself about the invalid , who seemed to feel the joyful stir , and gave an order , as if again on the deck of his lost ship . It was soon over ; and then all were safely aboard the good Urania , homeward bound . Emil saw his friends in tender hands , his men among their mates , and told the story of the wreck before he thought of himself . The savoury odour of the soup , carried by to the cabin for the ladies , reminded him that he was starving , and a sudden stagger betrayed his weakness . He was instantly borne away , to be half killed by kindness , and being fed , clothed , and comforted , was left to rest . Just as the surgeon left the state-room , he asked in his broken voice : ` What day is this ? My head is so confused , I 've lost my reckoning . ' ` Thanksgiving Day , man ! And we 'll give you a regular New England dinner , if you 'll eat it , ' answered the surgeon heartily . But Emil was too spent to do anything , except lie still and give thanks , more fervently and gratefully than ever before , for the blessed gift of life , which was the sweeter for a sense of duty faithfully performed . Chapter 12 . DAN 'S CHRISTMAS Where was Dan ? In prison . Alas for Mrs Jo ! how her heart would have ached if she had known that while old Plum shone with Christmas cheer her boy sat alone in his cell , trying to read the little book she gave him , with eyes dimmed now and then by the hot tears no physical suffering had ever wrung from him , and longing with a homesick heart for all that he had lost .
Yes , XXXXX was in prison ; but no cry for help from him as he faced the terrible strait he was in with the dumb despair of an Indian at the stake ; for his own bosom sin had brought him there , and this was to be the bitter lesson that tamed the lawless spirit and taught him self-control .
Dan Day Emil England Jo Urania hours left night pennon