132                            HISTORY or
 

CHAPTER V.
 

How the heroes of Communipaw returned some¬
what wiser than they went—and how the sage
Oloffe dreamed a dream—and the dream that he
dreamed.

The darkness of night had closed upon this dis¬
astrous day, and a doleful night was it to the ship¬
wrecked Pavonians, whose ears were incessantly
assailed with the raging of the elements, and the
howling of the hobgoblins that infested this perfi¬
dious strait. But when the morning dawned,
the horrors of the preceding evening had passed
away; rapids, breakers, and whirlpools had disap¬
peared, the stream again ran smooth and dimpling,
and having changed its tide, rolled gently back,
towards the quarter where lay their much regret¬
ted home.

The wo-begone heroes of Communipaw eyed
each other with rueful countenances; their squad¬
ron had been totally dispersed by the late disas¬
ter. Some were cast upon the western shore,
where, headed by one Ruleff Hopper, they took
possession of all the country lying about the six
mile stone; which is held by the Hoppers at this
present writing.