That seemed to be my only hope . No alarm would be felt at Uncle Richard 's because of my non-appearance . They would suppose I had gone to Uncle Adam 's . I have heard of time seeming long to a person in my predicament , but to me it seemed fairly to fly , for every moment decreased my chance of rescue . I determined I would not give way to cowardly fear , so , with a murmured prayer for help , I set myself to the task of waiting for death as bravely as possible . At intervals I shouted as loudly as I could and , when the sun came to the proper angle for the best view of the `` Hole in the Wall , '' I took the picture . It afterwards turned out to be a great success , but I have never been able to look at it without a shudder . At five the tide began to come in . Very , very slowly the water rose around Island Rock . Up , up , up it came , while I watched it with fascinated eyes , feeling like a rat in a trap . The sun fell lower and lower ; at eight o'clock the moon rose large and bright ; at nine it was a lovely night , dear , calm , bright as day , and the water was swishing over the highest ledge of the rock . With some difficulty I climbed to the top and sat there to await the end . I had no longer any hope of rescue but , by a great effort , I preserved self-control . If I had to die , I would at least face death staunchly . But when I thought of my mother at home , it tasked all my energies to keep from breaking down utterly . Suddenly I heard a whistle . Never was sound so sweet . I stood up and peered eagerly shoreward . Coming around the `` Hole in the Wall '' headland , on top of the cliffs , I saw a boy and a dog . I sent a wild halloo ringing shoreward .
The boy started , stopped and looked out towards Island XXXXX .
Adam Richard Rock day fear halloo headland night non-appearance o'clock