Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1873-12-10

The wind blew perfect hurricane and
the rain came down in torrents. Tim, as
he sat before the stove toasting his feet
preparatory to going to bed, shivcrcd to
hear the great waves dash upon the rocks,
falling back with a sullen roar, only to
make fresh onset to listen to the sough
of the wind around the cottage.
"Boom--boom boom -
Tim sprang to his feet, Mr.. Weller laid
his black clay pipe on the mantel-shelf and
walked to the window.
"Some ship, spose, has lost her reck-
onin'," he said adding compacently
" How they could do that with such light
as ourn, is morn 1 can tell"
The Gull's Head lighthouse was O
source Of pride to every fisherman on the
coast
Boom boom-boom
Tim tugged at his old boots, still soaked
and shruuken with sea-water.
m-boom-bOom,n sounded the
signal Of distress. and to Tins excited
fancy the hoarse.voiced breakers seemed
TO answer e" Doomed doomed doomed n
"Ruunn' onto the rocks, it's likely
muttcred Mr. Weller, taking down his hat
- The fools must be blind as bats that they
can't see the light"
Father, mayn't | go2'
NO. Tim, you're best of where you are,
aud Mr.. Weller slouched his hat over hi.
cyes-butoned his smock tighter and went
out
" Boom--boom boom -
Tim couldn't stand that. lie tore his cal
from its naiI and rushed out into the blind
ing rain, followed by hi' mothers warning
voice
oTim, DO ye mind what yer father toleye?'
Outside the gate be stopped a moment
Men were hurrying toward the beach.
lie glanced in the direction Of the Head
The mass Of rock was dmly outlined agains
the pall.like backness Of the sky Not
lglimmcr Of light came from its crest, Th,
white capped waves were running mountain
high--lashing themselves into foamint
rage against the rocky wall.
" Godfrey ~ he calculated. | don
see what Bill Thurlow can be thinking of
not to light the tower such a night as this
Somebody II have to 60 out.
On the beach men were running bacl
and forth staring into each others faces il
wild amazemeut Some one had launched
small boat and Greggett was saying,
Can't be done No boat could live il
such u sea. Jake Thompson is the light
est man amongst US, an he couldn't get
boat across them rocks 10 the tower sech
night as this"
=" Where's the life boat ~
" Stove up when we took of the crew o
tho Polly Burns y
Tim heard it all.
" Father, father let me 60. I'm littl
and light and strong. | know all abou
the lights for been there many a tim
with Bill. Please, father !"
At that instant came the boom Of can
non from the distressed ship, and Tin, maj
with excitement, rushed through the GROVE
10 the waters edge aud spraug into tn
boat. A great wave lifted it and sent !
far out into the sea.
No one spoke word The reckless dar
ing Of the boy awcd them. Only mur
HuIt lpuN VtNduoN ~ NHiihNhi u4Vht iiOH
the group upon the beach.
Once they saw him-using his oar
bravely. The boat poised on the crest o
huge wave a moment, and then plunge'
into the trough Of the sea.
Boom -boom-boom I" The ship wa
driving nearer when suddenly, througl
the binding spray, a CLEAN, like star o
hope, shot from the tower, and in an IN
+ staut Gul's Head was all ablaze with light
Shout after shout-checr after cheer
mingling with the rushing storm, went u
from the beach Salute after salute-no
distress signals now--the ships sguns belche'
forth in answer to the hurrahs on shore.
hardly think it was second even to the grea
| Anvil Chorus--and all this jubilee in Tim
honor, In the morning the sea was caln
as If never a thought of tempest had rul
, fled It's bosom, and when Tim came on shor
aud fonnd himself so lionized and praise
and potted-even by his step-mother--
am afraid he could not have been so sorr
as no should, for poor Bill Thurlow's para
lvtic shock