Arkansas true Democrat., 1857-09-15
The Rescue of the Newburyport Pilot
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 We yesterday, says the South, gave brief account of the resche from drowning of Capt M. Stevens, jr, Newburypor (Mass.) pilot who was knocked overheard by the boom of the pilot boat America, when ten miles east of Cape Ann. At Newburyport it was very ge- nerally believed that the captain was drowned and the event seems to have created deep sor. row throughout the town. The Herald, of tha, l place, on Tuesday, however, thus speaks of his rescue and return:
 While we were all lamenting that this worthy man was gone, and the flags had dropped In mourning for the dead; while people were stopping each other at the corners of the streets to talk over the matter, and some were raising subscription for the benefit of his family after we had published his obituary and already had another paragraph written, calling for a material testimonial to aid the widow and or phans-as suddenly as though he had fallen from the heavens above, Captain Stevens, yes- terday at noon, appeared in our streets. Wildly the story goes about town; speedily he is rush. ed home to family mourning his demise; in- stantly the flags from half-mast are run hard up; and gladnesS is upon all faces, for the lost l IS
 With the tide of men moving to the south end, we go to greet him and learn his story.- 1 Almost immediately after his companions had | retired below, as he standing in the quar- ter with spyglass to his eye, the main boom jibbed over, striking him in the back of the neck and sweeping him into the sea- Instantly the boat filled away, and sailed off with six knot breeze. He turned in pursuit; but one hundred yards swimming satisfied him that that was useless. He halored, but the noise Of the sails, the rushing of the waters, and the Intervening decks shut off all communication. There he was in the midst of the ocean; the boat receding, and no friendly sail in sight; it IS not desirable to die, and he lay for some time upon the surface, when by and by, five miles away, sal appeared standing towards him It IS hls only hope; faint hope but the last. He dld not swim to her, but reserved his strength; and when she was within two miles it was evil dent that she was going long way the wind ward.
 He then cooly-oh, how can a man be cool with the deep water below and naught but the deeper heavens above-coolly he struck out to head her oil. For three-quarters of a mile or more he swan for dear life: but now he began to fail. His legs are already cold and stiff and hang down deep, the waves breaking to his mouth. 'Iis the last chance he raises his head ana shouts; and woman-a wOman's ears are always open to the cry of diStress-God bless her-says, "l hear voice." All hands look round. It IS now or never; and as a last effort he stretches himself above the waves and says -" am drowning" They hear-thev see. " Ease off sheets, up helm, man the boat.' It Is done quick as said-quicker than written- " l shall drown," calls the brave, struggling but sinking man, before the boat can row"
 The captain turns the craft full upon him, and minus of help gives the helm to his wife, whilst with the coil of the rope he stands in the bows. The rowers pull strong, but many yards are yet between them and the sinking man, when the vessels prow hears the spot and with the captains call" catch hold - the rope falls upon his head and Is turned around the wrist. The rope Is paid out, the sails shake Tn the wind, and In two minutes more-after he had been in the water an hour and half the captain and his wife pull him over the side helpless, and for a long time couded and wan derng of mind
 This yacht proved to be the Bloomer, from Salem, Capt. Dudley Davis, who was taking hIs family on trip to Portland, Me He rcn, dered Capt. Stevens all the assistance needed. landed him in Portland on Sunday, and with the first train that reached here at noon on Monday he was returned to his familv-return- ed to startle, to gadden, to change, Great God, what a change, The father with three score and ten years upon him--the young wife strick. en to the soul; the little children to whom home was goomy--they can tell; we can't