The Nevada Democrat., 1857-10-21
The Pilot Recovered.

Truth is oftimes stranger than fiction. The
following thrilling incident related with admi-
rable spirit, is taken from the Newburyport
journal;
The day Of miracles is past-so it has, and let
1t 60 I; but so long as Michael Stevens, Jr.,
shall live we shall look upon him as one risen
from the dead. While we we're all lamenting
that this worthy man had gone, and the flags
had dropped in mourning for the dead while
people we're stopping each other on the corners
Of the street 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 material testimonial TO aid the widow and
orphans--as suddenly as though he had fallen
from the heavens above, Capt Stevens, yester-
day, at noon, appeared in our streets Wildly
the story goes about town; speedily he is rushed
home to family mourning bis demise instant
ly the flags from half mast are run hard up, and
gladness is upon all faces, for the lost is found
and the dead salive again.
With the tide of men moving TO the southend,
we 20 to greet him and learn bis story. Almost
Immediately after his companions had retired
below, as he was standing In the quarter with
the spy-glass to his eye, the main beam jibed
over, striking him in the back of the neck and
sweeping him into the sea- Instantly the boat
ullcu AWAY duu obuitCu Ou Win " blA hilOb DEcOLe
He turned in pursuit. but one hundred yards
swimming, satisfied him that 1t was useless. He
halloed, 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 reoeding, and no
friendly sail in sight; it is not desirable to die,
and he lay some time on the surface, whom, by
and by, five miles away, sail appears standing
towards him lit is his only hope; faint hope,
but the last. He did not swim to her, but re-
served his strength; and when she was within
two miles it was evident that she was going O
long way to the windward.
He then cooly-oh how can man bo cool
with the deep water below and nought but the
deeper heavens above--coolly he struck off to
head her off. For three quarters of mile or
more he swan for dear life; but now he begins
to fail. His legs are already cold and stiff, and
hung down deep the waves break into his mouth.
'Tis his last chance; he raises his head and
shouts; and woman--a woman's cars are al
ways open to the cry of distress; God bless her
says, ~ hear q voice." All hands look round.
It is now or never; and as last eforthe stretch
ss himself above the waves and says-"I am
drowningp' They hoar-they see cease off
sheets, up helm Man the boat!' 1t is done as
said--quicker than written. III shall drown"
calls the brave, struggling but sinking man,
sbefore the boat can row."
The captain turns the craft full upon him, and
minus of help gives the helm to his wife, while
with the coil of rope he stands in the bows The
rowors pull strong, but many yards are yet be-
tween them and the sinking man, when the ves-
sci PROV nears the spot, and with the captains
calI-2"catch hold" the rope falls upon his head
and is turned around the wrist. The rope is
paid out the sails shake in the wind, and in two
minutes more-after he had been in the water
an hour and half-the captain and his wife
paled him over the side, helpless; and for
long time clouded and wandering of mind.
This yacht proved to be the Bloomer, from
Salem, Captain Dudley Davis, who was taking
bis family on trip to Portland, Maine. He
rendered Captain 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 family
ed to startie. to gladden., to change Great
God, what q change The father with three
score and ten years upon him--the young wife
stricken to the soul; the little children to whom
home was gloomy they can tell; wo can't.