The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1868-11-24


hFed en- the jersey shore Bat he d,
gone having broken lyrc and r.
chords u strange music. such a. anl
tho post born c1ald writo. fetch,
retired n length. bat slept only IN br,
Ken slambers, starting up a. each fres
gust Of wind shock the raftors. Ii IN
, dead hour Of midnight, he heard. boon
ING out upon the wind, the sound of n
signal gun IL awoke hun instantly.
sprlnging from his bed, with the sound
OF many voices in has ears, he roaoho,
The shore with the rest
Where is she he asked Of Bill Deck
or, peering out into the gloom.
Over yonder. replied the wrecker
tugglng at the chain Of his boat as be
spoke. She's ON the Frying Pan. God
help her, and the poor soals in her, for
does be thinking she nor they will
never live out this night
They're hghnn fires and when that's
done yon KIN see her Bear hand
here with this lock; it's rusty with the
spray"
Are you going out p demanded
Fletcher.
We're a-goin to irg replied Bill
1t ain 4 that think we kin do il There's
an awful surf upon the beach and the
boat can't live. All, all There goes
the fires.
Half dozen jets Of fame sprang MP
along the stretch of sand, and increas-
ing IN volume, threw lund glare over
the scene AS the circle of light grew
broader, the young man saw the shin;
and such sight She had been driv.
en- high upon the reef and was break.
ing up very fast, being only small
coastlng schooner Half dozen drench-
ed men were clinging to the masts
turning pitiful glances toward the shore,
and now and then stretching out a hand
Tor and. The great waves leaped up
toward them, smote them with mighty
iorce and then receded, leaving only
i've men upon the spar
Out with the boat was the cry.--
Many hands were ready, and Bill Deck
RS boat was dragged out upon the
and. The crew took their places, Gar
y Fletcher among the rest. Ten men
aid their brown hands upon the gun
vale, live upon each side, and ran her
ut into the surf as the last wave re-
eded. Three times, bruised and drench-
d, they were hurled back upon the
hore. Three times with unwayerine
ourage, they dragged her out again.
he fourth time, the oars seemed 10
r1p the water with redoubled force.
nd--hurrah she glided out Of the
hite surf-line and turned her prov
'ward the wrecked shipl
Through all this Garry Fletcher
orked like hero, looking at their cox
vain, little Willie Glenn, a youngster
ho had run wild so long upon the
lore that he was amphibious. He had
rown tarpaulin over his face 10 that
'thing was visible but his eyes, which
rned with intense lustre. He seem
to enter into the terrific danger with
onderful zeal. The boat was steered ,
oriously. The boy sat there, with his
ad nearly on level with his knees
sllng the tiller rope with careful
md, and not throwing away an inch.
'ell steered, Willie, was the prevail
cry. The boy had not spoken, and
len appealed TO had only answered by !,
lod, or shakeof the head They were
aring the schooner, and the men on :,
ard could make themselves heard.
She Is breaking up, shouted one :
nrry boys hurry
The boat hung where she was awhile.
men pulling just enough to keep !
steady. One Of the men must take
rope. II would not do to 60 too = !
sr, and break into pieces against the !,
looner's side. The choice fell on
'tcher, and he rose and took rope
his hands. Bill Decker fastened il
'ut his waist, and he plunged into
sea.
Keep her steady, boys, cried Deck !,
look out, Willie. You are letting :.
drift broadside TO the sea; il you do Z,
{ We are gone. =
Recalled 70 bis duty, the boy pulled i
left hand rope hard and kept her =,
d to the sea, while the men, looking q
! their shoulders, kept up a constant ~
X upon the rope Fletcher sgam -
,lutely towards tho schooner. now y
ng upon the top Of a mighty wave, ~
IN sinking to an immeasurable depth !.
seemed. and then springing into hii
' upon the top Of theinext billow.--
nndred feet il short distance ON TO
water but il is fearful distance 10 ~ -
a against a tempest surf Fletcher AM
q powerful arrirntnnr. htn h.-..L.-.a -