Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1853-07-07

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steered up the wall, as it were, of waters
Suddenly, as the anxious crowd gazed.
the crest of the wave was reached, the
boat hung suspended for a second, her
stern high in air; and then with rush, as
if an abyss had opened before her. down
she went. disappearing from sight. How
every breath held, after that, till she
emerged again to sight; breasting a new
wave, but only to vanish again, on sur
mounting it. and bring back a return of
suspense. For half an hour nearly, the
excited group at the landing waited the
end Of this heroic lrife, often losing sight
entirely of the boat when the moon be-
came obscured.
Torches had. meantime, been brought,
and their luril glare, lighting up the
black rocks. the foaming surf, the bits OF
wreck coming ashore, and the grim tower
in the back ground. made the scene pic
turesque even TO horror. Added TO this
was the unceasing roar of the breakers,
like ten thousand batteries, ana the howl
of the gale. which sometimes rose even
above this tremendous thunder.
"God help him. God have pity Oh
them said tie priest, unconsclously
giving expression to his thoughts can't
see them any more, shey must be lost.
The moon hai, that instant, come forth
again; and. as the priest said. no boat
was in sight. But one of the fishermen.
celebrated for his keen sight, hastened
to say that, Just as the moon emerged, he
thought he had seen the boat disappear
behind the Crags o: Death
I'm not certain. For l saw it, If
saw it ALL like the fash Of sea birds
wing. low on the horizon, gone III mo-
ment. But there's this in its favor.--
They'll have to go round the Crags, and
lie under their lee, TO get at the wreck at
all. If tho crew Of the schooner have
managed to get to the rock, Ctalgholme
viii bring 'em back, that is if he hasn't
gone down. All we can do is TO wait ioi
the next half hour, and pray the Lord to
have mercy On 'em all.
Bat how long that half hour seemed!
Often the old priest looked at his watch.
to be assured that the specified time had
not expired, and thus to recall the hope
that had almost died OUT. At last the
full period had passed. Still no boat ap-
peared. Five minutes, ten minutes
elapsed, and now the most sanSuine began
to despair. The wreck, within the last
few moments, had gone bodily to pieces.
and the waters were churning white over
the spot where il had sunk. Even the
Crass, though not yet quite covered with
the rising tide, were hidden from view
by the driving spray that hung continu-
ally. like thick mist, above them.
They are lost" said the priest at last,
in broken voice, "they would have
saved, as well as they who were i'll peril
first. God have mercy on their souls.
And tears chased each other down his aged
checks.
But, at that instant, the keen-sighted
fisherman. who had never taken his eyes
from the spot where the BOAT had disap-
peared, broke forth rapturously, II see
them, see them, the boat is full. they
are coming back. hurrah, hurrah!' And
he too, overcome. though in different
way, shed tears. waving his cap frantic
ally around his head.
Every eye was fixed Immediately on
the spot to which he pointed. The clouds
were now disSipating. and the moon
shone with undimmed splenior, so that
even those with the weakest sight could
discern the boat. On she came, her bow
pointed directly toward the landing, RI
ding the surges as buoyanlly as a wild
duck itself. AS she drew nearer, white
dress was seen among the crowded freIght,
proving that one female at least had been
saved; and, on beholding this. the prayers
of the spectators. aud their anxiety, Tor
the safe return Of the adventures. grew.
if possible, more ardent than ever. Oh.
how intensely the little crowd watched
the struggle, which, for nearly half an
hour the light craft maintained against
the angry pillows, which waved around
it. as if determined not to be cheated OF
their prey.
At last the boat shot into the compar-
atively smooth space in front OF the lane
ing: and the moment after. was disem-
barking her living freight. Two females
were borne ashore, one IN the arms Oh
Craigholme himself, the other by mill
tary-looking man, with grey hair, but
still in the prime of his strength.
"Run to the castle, for life and death,
were the young lords words. land have
chambers prepared for these ladies. My
good father he added quickly, in a whls-
per, as he caught the eye of the priest
s'only think Of Gods mercy, in instlga-
ting me TO 60 out to that wreck. Ihe
schooner was yacht. lent to my Lord
Mountjoy, to bring him home, which IN
duced him to change his plan OF return
ing by the Rhine. They would have been
lost, Edith and all, if had not gone out.
See that my lord and lady. the last ol
whom like Edith is senselesss almost
from exhaustion, are brought up to the