I AM CAST UPON A STRANGE SHORE
 THE next thing I knew I was lying on the beach and the
breakers were rolling over me.
Some wave, kinder than others, must have carried me there.
I got upon my feet and ran as fast as I could.
I saw another
wave coming after me. It was high as a hill.
I held my breath and waited. In a moment the wave was upon
me. I could feel myself carried farther and farther toward
the dry land.
The water covered me. But I held my breath and tried to
The wave became smaller and weaker as it rolled farther and
farther up the long beach.
At last I could keep my head and shoulders above water. I
could breathe again.
I felt the ground under my feet. I struck out with all my
might for the dry land.
But now the water was rushing back from the
 shore. I feared lest I should be carried out to sea again.
I swam, I ran. I held on to the rocks. Then another great
wave came and lifted me high upon the shore.
In another moment I was safe on dry land.
I was worn out with the hard struggle, I lay down upon the
green grass. I looked up at the sky and thanked God that I
was alive and safe.
After I had rested a little while I arose and looked around
Far out from the shore I could see the ship. It was still
lying where it had stuck in the sand. The waves were dashing
"How was it possible for me to swim so far?" I asked myself.
Then I began to think of the men that were with me. Had any
of them been saved?
I walked along the shore for a mile or more. I looked in
every spot for some signs of my friends.
In one place I
found a hat; in another, a cap; And in still another, two
shoes that were not mates.
But of the men themselves I saw
nothing. All were drowned in the deep sea.