The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1839-04-25

~ N.ANaeu ttic ueretNui WaFes thai
laughed 81 his deliEersnee. lie Was
whaied around IL. dashed on IL Hilh tio-
lenee. and again swept back BY The re.
leniless surge. lie threw OFT his arms
a. random his deep groans and painting
breath were heard through The seas
hoarse Eoiee. He sPain reached the
rock he grssPed. he chung 10 lis tang
led sides. A mnrmUr moaned through
The multitude. They gszsd one upon a.
mother. Ills glazed ewes frowned dark
~ upon Them. Supplieaii0n and senrn
were mlngied IN his Look. His lips NOV
ed. but his tongue uttered no sound.
lie only RasPed 20 speak. 10 impiore as
sisianee. Ills strength gave way: lie wa.
tiers rushed around the rock. as a Will.
pool. Iis was again upliiied on the
shiIe bosom Of the foam, and tossed
within few yards Of the wailing bui
unasailing crowd. IL is John Craw-
in:d exclaimed Ihose who were
able TO recognize his features. A loud
shTiskfollowed the mention Of his name.
A female rushed through The crowd. and
the next moment the delicate firm oil
Agnes Crawford was seen floating on the
Wild sea. In an instant hundred plung.
cd 10 her rescue but before the scream
of horror and surprise raised by tie spec.
taiors, when they beheld her devoted and
desperate purpose, had subsidized. she was
beyond The reach Of al who feared death.
Although no feminine smuseaeni, Az
mes had delighted in bufeiIing the waters
from . child. as though size felt at home
IN their bosom and now. the strength
Of inspiration seemed 10 thrill through
her frame. She was hidden from the
gaze ol tho marVelling spectators, and a
deep grosn crept along the shore. She
again appeared, end her fair hand grasp.
ed the shoulder Of the wounded man I! A
shout Of Mild joy ran back on Tie de-
serted Town. Her father. who was q.
mong the multitude. fell on his knees.
lie clasped his hands together. Merci-
ful heavens! he exclaimed. thou sho
stlllesi the tempest. and holdssI tie vat
ers in The hollow Of thy hand. project
protect my child
The waters rioled with redoubled ~.
~. Her strength seemed failing, but =
smile of hope still! lighted IN her features.
and her hand yet grasped hes apparent.
ly lfeless burden. Despair again brood
ed on the countenances Of friends. For a
moment she disappeared smongsi the
waves but the next Agnes Crawford
lay senseless on the beach, and her arm
resting on the bosom Of him she had
snaiched from 4 wstery grare--un the
bosom OF her husband.
They were borne TO their own house,
where in few minutes she recovered;
but her husband manifested no sign OF
vitality. All the means within their
power and that they knew. were resorled
10. in order 10 effect resuscitaiion. Long
aud anxiously she wept over him. rub
bling his temples and lis bosom. and at
length beneath her hand. his breast first
began 10 hease with the returning pulsa-
tiuu Of his heart.
=" lie lives! he breathes!" she exclaim.
ed, and she sunk back in state Of un-
consciousness, and was carried from The
room. Tho preacher attended By her
side. where the unconscious fisherman
lay. directing and assisting in The opera
tions necessary for restoring animation.
As John Crawford began 10 recover,
the film of death that had gathered over
his eyes began TO melt away. and he gaz-
ed around in bewiliermeni. bu, uncon-
scious of where he was. and he sank
into troubled sleep; he cast forth his
arms, in Imagination yet graphing with
death. lie dreamed, and in his dream
he shouted fur help. lie prayed, and in
the same breath he blssphcmed, and re.
viled the troubled spectators that his fan.
cy could picture on the beach.
10 few hours the fisherman awoke
from bis troubled sleep, which many ex-
pccted would have been the sleep Of
death. He raised himself in the bed; he
looked around wisIlully. Agnes, who had
and returned TO the room, fell
On his bosom. /" My Agnes! my poor
A gnes!' he cried, as he gazed wistiully
in her face. 4" but where, whero am Il"
Il My BARNS, where are they!"
Here, father, here" cried the child
Ten. stretching on. their little arms to EN-
brace him.
Again he looked anxiously around.-l
A recollection OF The past aud conscious
ness Of the present, fell on his mind
Thank God. no exclaimed. and burst in
% tears. Aud when his troubled soul
md agiialed bosom had found in them |
relief. he inquired eagerly. Z" bu. oh tell |
ne how was saved! Was | cast upon
he beach! There is confused remem
,rance in my brain, as though an angel
,rasped me when was sinking, and
held me. Blu, my head is confused, and
remember nothing, but as dream, save
he bursting DER q the dreadful storm,
wi Tho perishing O. hundreds in an in
slant. and the ,awfu' cry that rang from