The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1859-12-17
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Manby's rockets; but she must break up be-
fore they come
" How far is it to BiliordE"
" Better than seven miles, your honor"
"If we could get Il rope to them, we
might save the crew."
g Every one of them, your honor; but 1t
nint possible
al think man might swim out"
uThe first wave would dash him TO pieces
against the cliff"
"What depth of water below p
.The cliff goes down like a wall, forty
fathom, at least"
"The deeper the better. What distance
to the water ?"
"A good fifty feet"
"Well, ! have dived off the main-yard OF
the Chesapeake Now listen to me. Have
you got some light, strong rope ?"
As much rs you like"
"Well, take double coil round my chest,
and do you take care to pay 1t out fast
enough as draw upon it"
"You won't draw much after the first
plunge; it will be the same thing rs suicide
every Bit"
"Well, we shall see. There's no time to
he lost; lend me knife"
And in an instant he whipped of his hat,
boots and pea-jacket; then with the knife
cut off its sleeves, and passed the rope
through them, that it might chafe him less.
The ewes of the old boatmen frightened.
There was evidently method in his mad
ness % You are n very good swimmer, l
suppose, Sir?"
II have dved through the surf Mt Nu-
kuheva few times
az never knew a white man that could
do that"
TvrawIey smiled "But whatever you
do" he said, ''mind and let me have plenty
of rope Now, out of the way, my friends,
and let me have a clear start"
He walked slowly to the edge of the cliff,
looked over to see how much the rock
shclved outward, then returned, looked to
see that there was plenty of rope for him to
carry out, then took short turn, and leap
cd as if from the springing-board of a
plunging-bath. He touched the water full
five-and-twenty feet from the edge of the
cliff. Down into its dark depth he went,
like a plummet, but soon to rise again. As
he reached the surface he saw the crest of a
mighty wave few yards in front of him
the wave that he had been told was to
dash him liteless against the cliff. But now
his old experience of the Pacific stands him
in good stead. For two moments he draws
breath, then, ere it reaches him, he dives
below its centre. The water dashes against
the cliff, but the swimmer rises far beyond
it. A faint cheer rises from the shore a:
they feel him draw upon the rope. The
waves follow in succession, and he dive!
again and again, rising like an otter to taxi
breath, making very steadily onward, tho
more below the water than above it.
We must now turn to the ship. Th
waves have made clean breach over he
bows. The crew are crowded upon tn
ThaN- hold M tn the hulVCarlrC
await the end, for no boat can live in suc
a sea- Suddenly she is hailed from III
waters. "Ship a-hOy" shouts a loud
clear voice. W hich makes itself heard abov
the Storm "Throw me a rope or buoy {!
The life-buOy was still hanging in its az
customed place by the mainmast. The ear
tain almost mechanically takes it down, an
with well-directed aim throws it within
ward or two of the swimmer. In uomeT
it is under his arms, and in half Il minui
he is on board.
"Come on board, Sir" he says TO ii
captain, pulling one of his wet curls prote
sionally. The captain appeared to be n
garding him as n visitor from the lowe
world so, turning to the crew, he lifted L
the rope he had brought from the shor
Then for the first time the object of h
mission flashed upon their minds, and
desperate cheer broke forth from all hand
instantly re-echoed from the shore. Then
strong cable is attached to the small rol
and drawn on board-then a second-ar