"St.
Joseph will have to do his very prettiest to get us in," was the answer.

And when the ship was still far to the east, being off the banks, and the weather quite unfavorable, and only three days left before the feast, the captain called out: "St.Joseph can't do it--give it up, Father Bernard." But the latter would still persevere; and that night the wind changed.

The Yankee ship now flew along at the rate of fourteen miles an hour.

When the eve of St.
Joseph's Day came they were wrapped in a dense fog, and the captain, dreading the nearness of the coast, hove to.

When day dawned the fog lifted, and the ship was found to be off Long Branch, and a wrecked ship was seen on the shore; she had been driven there during the night.