Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1857-11-27
: ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS.

The day OF miracles is past-so it has,
and let it go but so long as, Michael
Stevens, Jf., shah live We shall look upon
him as one risen from the dead. While
we were all lamenting that this worthy
man was gone, aud the Hag had dropped
in mourning for the dead !; while the peo.
pie were stopping each other at the cor
ners Of the Streets TO talk over the matter,
and others were engaged in raising a sub
ScriptiOh for the benefit Of his family-af-
ter 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 appeared yesterday,
at noon. in our streets. Wildly the story
goes about town: speedily he is rushed
home to family mourning his demise !;
Instantly the flags from half mast are run
hard up, and gladness is upon all faces,
for the lost is found, and The dead is alive
again.
With rhdslide of men running to the
southend. We go to greet him and learn
his story. Almost Immediately after his
companions had retired below. as he was
standing in the quarter with a spy glass
to his eye. the main beam jibed over,
striking him in the back of the neck aud
sweeping him into the sea. Instantly the
boat'dEt away and started off with
six knot breeze, He turned in pursuit,
but 100 yards swimming satisfied him
that that was useless. He kalloed but
che 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 de-
sirable to die. and he lay fer some time
upon the surface. when. by and by, Eve
miles away, a sail appeared standing to-
wards hint is his only hope; a faint
hope but the last.s He did not swim to
her. but reserved his strength and when
she was withinstwo miles it was evident
that she was going long way to the
WindWard.
He then coolly-oh, how can man
be cool with the deep waters below and
nought but the deeper heavens above
coolly he struck out TO head her off. Fer
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
hang down deep. the waves breaking into
his mouth. IT'S the last chance; and a
Woman-a woman's ears are always open
to the cry Of distress God bless her
says, "1 hear voice" All hands lool-
ed round. II is now or never and aS
lat effort. he stretches himself above
the waves and says-"I am drowning !"
They hear-they see lease off sheets.
up helm! Man the boat. 1t is done a.
quick as said-quicker than written. ii
shall drown" calls the brave. struggling,
but sinking man. 'uef re the boat Can
row." ..
The captain turns the craft upon him,
and minus of help gives the helm to his
wife. while with the coil Of rope he stands
in the bows. The rowers pull strong,
but many yards are yet between then,
and the sinking man. when the vessels
prov nears the spot, and with the cap.
tain's call-"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 a half-the capt ain and his vile
pulled him over the side. helpless and
for long time clouded and wandering Of
mind.
This yacht proved to be the Bloomer,
from Salem. Captain Dudly Davis. who
was taking his family on trip to Port
land. Maine. He rendered Ca plain Ste
yens all the assistance needed landed
bim in Portland on Sunday and with
she first train that reached here on Mon>
day, he returned TO his family-returned
to startle to gladden.. to change Great
God. what change The father with
three score and ten years upon him-the
young wife. stricken to the seul the lit,
tie children to whom home was gloomy
they can tell; We cam. .-Mu6u1ypor
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