Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-10-18


sages to the captain of the Little Katie,
or any other captain over whose boat II
might chance to fall, or get entangled.
The wind was of shore, and away went
the kite, the men paying out the seine
twine, but alas! the kite went high
above the boats and did not reach them.
1t was cold work flying kite on the aw-
full, ice-bound shore, but the novelty OF
IT brought crowd of men to the spot.
To their own surprise they entered into
the work with spirit, but every attempt
that morning, failed. The kite fell
short, or flew too high, or went off in
the wrong direction.
"Run home, laddies, and get your
dinner, and get warm clear through
to your bones," said one of the men 70
Johnny and Peter, about IL of the clock
"and We'll see what can be done with
the kite, this afternoon"
When Johnny reached home he de-
clared that he wasn't cold the least
mite, nor hungry the least atom, but he
sat in front of blazing driftwood fire
and ate like giant, and got up to go to
the coast again.
Wild didn't see why she couldn't 90,
too. 1t was her father just as much as
Johnny's, and she guessed she cared as
much about the Little Katie as any of
them did. And so Wild, bundled up
until all resemblance to a l2-year-old
girl was lost, set forth, toiling through
the sGow and sand to the coast. At a
short distance in the rear, Mrs. Wild
followed on. 1t seemed to her, as she
drew near the shore, that half the in
habitants of the next village were gath
cred to see the flying of kite.
1t was just ready to start Ou its over
ice journey when Wild came upon the
scene.
"Don't you see there won't be any
thing to catch hold Off" she said to
Johnny.
"Catch hold OFF," repeated Johnny,
who felt that he could not, in justice,
despise Wild's suggestions any more.
"I'll show you," she said, elf you'll
hold On minute. Tie some long strings,
now and then, near the kite, that will
hang down."
The strings were tied on, half dozen
of them. at intervals, and away went
the kite, with more ''string to it" than
any other kite ever flew.
"'Twon't reach. 1t flies too high!
No go! Let out! Give it string! Hur-
rah." as the kit seeming to meet wind
in another current began to flutter,
turn, end actually did fall on the ice
within reaching distance of the Little
Katie's crew.
Then such a shout as went up from
Cape Cod shore, for, was there not
line fast from one of the ice bound boats
to the firm, old main land, and did it
not mean that bread at least could be
drawn across the frozen sea to the fam
ishing?
The men on the Little Katie were pull
ing in the kite, which looked good deal
worn, but still they gathered around it
and read in Johnny's boy-hand the
words: 'If you get the kite, don't pull
in the string, for We'll put something
to eat on it if you are hungry, and you
can pull it over. Everybody's well over
here. Wild and Johnny"
Capt. Rose read the words. and then he
and his crew tried to shout back, but
the wind carried their voices across the
bay.
Within the next "A hours the cord had
been doubled, and food i'm small pack
ages went along tn novel roadway from
hour to hour, until miles of seine twine
lay On the deck of the Little Katie and
many loaves of bread with small packa-
ges 'salt meat" sugar, tea and coffee,
had been secured from the sea.
The next morning, the wind blew
again on Cape Cod. The inhabitants
were on the watch for the kite, and 10
it was seen rising in the air. On, on,
it came. 1t sailed over the heads of the
group on the shore; it went right across
the Wrist" of Cape Cod. 1t would
have gone out upon the ocean, but for
the Highland light house that caught
and held the great futtering bird of
nan.
Wild and Johnny were the first to
reach the light and cry out, "What
1ews?" to the keeper, who had just sue
,eeded in recovering the poor battered
Kite.
"COme and see with your young eyes.
Wild and Johnny found the words:
we had had nothing to eat for two
lays. Now, We'll weather the ice, God
willing, and get in all right. We've
the Mary from our stores"
And there, right at the door, the first
,omers, who had followed the kite, were |
Mrs. Rose and the friends of the men of
he Mary.
"Whose idee was the kite? ?" asked an |
I'D fisherman.
"Wild's," shouted Johnny.
Johnny made it, though. couldn't |
make kite" said Wild; but not soul,
ave Johnny heard her, for the wild air |
bout the light was ringing with the
hout of 'LOng live Wild Rose of Cape |