The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1848-01-31

venture, he had resolved 10 60 off and bring
in the two men from the top-mast, one OF
whom they knew TO be alive, by the waving
hand.
Two wept and many shuddered, when the
brave Job Wilson and his gallant John step
ped together into boat to make the attempt;
but not one lip forbade, though two hearts
were in double agony of fear and hope
Away the light boat leaped through the surf,
and all hearts rose and sunk with every heave
of the mad billow.
"There she's gone No, no, she's up
God strengthen the stout hands still.
Clara grasped the brave Wilson's mother,
and their eyes strained at the little boat, as
now it seemed to rear straight up, now plunge
downright and bury all from sight. They
watched intensely mute, save that the wife
and mother breathed one audible prayer.
80 God, if they must perish from me, let
it be thus
CLARA groaned in answer, and then not
breath seemed to stir on their parted lips.
See, how the bold oar strokes drives the
small boat on Heavens, what wave curls
over them, the intrepid mariners 1t breaks,
and they are lost No. thank God, 1t broke
not on them; they stagger back, their egg
shell shivers, a quick sob breaks from the
breast of every watcher. Ha, now she speeds!
size has SdlIleu ucI tIdCk again, duu SQtS
athwart the piled waves like sea bird.
Now, so far is she away that every wave
conceals her. But the watcher with the glass
cries ''cheer," as she plows ON. The goal is
gained; the waving handkerchief proclaims
success thus far, and now three rowers drive
her back, for spare set of oars was taken out,
and one sits recumbent in the stern. He, too,
lives. Hurrah, they come they come!
Rapidly from hand to hand among the res
cued sailors the glass is passed, if haply they
may tell who comes.
81 know him T. shouted one frank tar
damn his eyes, it's Captain Blake, hurrah ~
and the blunt tar blessed with an oath,as 9TH
ers would have done with prayer.
"It is it isl" each in his turn cried, as he
gave the glass to his fellow "and he's .gotvig-
or in his arm yet, see how he pulls" and hard
faces streamed with tears of gratitude for the
chance of the noble captains deliverance.-
They crowded to the rocks with cords and
planks ready to save them from the dreaded
surf. Who sits languidly in the sterns Who!
81 believe it is -" said one. sis who:"
A nod toward the watchful Clara indicated
that it was her cousin. The glass was brought
to her; with tremulous hand she levelled it
at the boat a moment the motion of the boat
and of her hand bafHed her, monochrome
and the glass dropped from her eye.
cit is it is y she murmpred, faint with
too much Joy and too much fear.
The boat sped on, the wind behind her and
earnest hands at the oar. Now the dreadful
crisis is at hand, wild curling breakers roar
between them and their hopes. They strike
for life; the boat bounds on.
"Cheerfully strike, comrades! strike for the
land !"
The boat leaps from the curling wave, like
an arrow through the air; and before it strikes,
full twenty brave men rush into the deep, ere
the loud wave can suck it back, and bear boat,
men and ell, triumphant to the strand.
+" Hurrah hurah !"
"Thank God-thank God"
"Comrades!"
"Cousin!'
"Son !"
" Husband ~
If YOU had visited the scene of the last
chapter thrilling events, about two years la
ter than their date, very different scene
would have appeared. The lighthouse stood
there. indeed, butno more dwelling house,
and in the former house of the good job and
his wife Nancy these excellent people we're
, found. but no more anxious about the worldly
prospects of their family for John, the brave
John, had made good his intent, and more
than redeemed the homestead with treasures
saved from the wreck, and set up there one
whilom Clara Winthrop, as its guardian angel,
better treasure snatched from the waters.
A bit of rogue, too, who laughs now and
then at her father Jobs Irish.
Walter, they will tell you, lisa fame winning
teacher in neighboring town, and Sammy is
stealing up to the attic to write verses, which
his friends admire very much, but he, little;
and Bob Bub, you'll see Bub, not ten years
old, cutting all sorts of capers with his heels
and hands, and all sorts of ingenious yankee
work with his knife and single good boy
to fix pin into anything that's out of gear;
and not bad to put out Of gear again, in wild
frolic. He and his sister Clara are on brave
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