Lower Sandusky freeman. (Lower Sandusky [i.e. Fremont, Ohio]) 1849-1849, 1849-04-14
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shall my body be in the dark, blue sea" There
was something magnificent in that self baptism of
his-his fearlessness SO triumphant over death.
All the day the wind had been increasing in
strength, and at night it blew hurricane. To-
wards midnight the sea became frightful--the
waves dancing over US amidships, or striking our
side, sounding like heavy thunder. Many of the
passengers were frightened nearly all They were
up, and when the captain came down into the ca
BIN, they came about him with anxious eyes and
earnest questions.
l was up all night with the dying one-sone of
the time holding him in his berth part of the
time he lay in my arms. He was perfectly lucid,
and his fearlessness a rebuke to those who
were pale with fright from the storm As the NOR
ming came on the gale increased. At day-break
it had reached its height; at daylight the poor
young man said, I thank you all for your kindness
to me-farewell for ever" and died.
The storm went suddenly down, and the next
morning there was perfect calm, and the canvass
was idly Tapping in the air. The sun shone camly
on the beautiful seattle air was balmy, like that
of the south; but we were all sad for we were to
see what few of US had never seen before-a sea
burial will not describe the ceremony for abler
pens than mine have done So will say nothing
of the little band that sadly stood at the lee gang
way and saw the corpse streatched upon the death
plank-of the horrid plunge of the body into the
mysterious ocean-nothng All that gentle day,
little parties were clustered together, talking about
the poor young man. All of US were sad. When
the evening came on, and the full moon shone up
on us, with loustrous purity, went out upon the
quarterback, and unused long upon the young man,
| his English home, and those who dwell there His
mother, perhaps, was praying at that moment, a
safe voyage for him-a happy sojourn for him in
the New World, and happy, oh how happy? re-
turn: but the sea was his mother now poor woman!
His dear Meggy, with her hair curling beautifully
about her brow" lay, at that moment, perhaps,
kissing him in her dreams. Dream on Meggy; too
soon will you wake to the stern agonies of lifei
Then I thought of the time when every post
would be eagerly watched by this home; for they
| expected a letter from him. And letter does
come, with a foreign post mark, but in strange
hand. The father grows pale as he looks at it; the
mother, watching his countenance, anxiously asks
why he is pale. He hands the letter to her, and
she covers up her face and shudders. They dare
not open it. The brother does, and feads-the let-
! ter wrote to then1 Shivered in a moment, are
all their beautiful hopes and they weep in anguish
land Meggy! she is out among the flowers, play
ing-they have not told her. The brother goes to
her and says: "Come to me Meggy;' = the girl runs.
to him. and he bursts into tears; he cannot tell her
what he wishes. He grows stronger, and tells her
that her brother is Dead and is buried in the deep
blue ocean, and he will never come back. She asks
sadly "Will he never, never come back ?" No,
never Meggy, and the beautiful child cries as if
her heart would break but the dark ocean win
not heed her cries. that of its mother, but hugs
him as trophy in its embrace.