Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1878-01-04
Loss Of the Huron Shocking Report Of an ON
Ger Of the Life Saving Service.

Ger of the Lie Saving ceTVice'
WASHINGTON, Dec, 9th. Lieutenant
Walter Walton, Assistant Inspector OF
the Life Savings Service on the North
Carolina coast, makes report IN re-
lation to the loss Of the Huron, show
mo that Owen N'Neill, fisherman OF
Nag's Head, discovered the Huron
coming in shore at 1:SO o'clock on
the morning the disaster oc-
Cured. She drifted and pounded
along the outer edge of the bar, and
finally struck broadside on. he heard
shouts and screams on board the
stranded vessel, saw rockets go up,
followed by burning signals from end
to end, so that even the light rigging
and men could be plainly seen A
boat on the starboard side, full OF
men, disappeared when the foremost
fell. The shouting and screaming
continued, and in about an hour and a
quarter after he first discovered the
ship the signaling ceased and all was
darkness. O'Neil then went to his
breakfast, and did not return to the
wreck until after sunrise. He knew
where the keeper of the life saving
station lived-only two and a halt
miles distant. He had a good boat
and free wind to so and return IN
side of Roanoke Island, and yet he
remained silent and Indifferent for
three hours. The report concludes:
1t is. shocking to record that out OF 81
bodies found, about Il OF whom were
officers, not single trinket, such as
would be deemed relic by the rela'
tives of the dead, was found on the
bodies. Watches and chains, money
and even finger rings had been strip
ped off by those who first found the
bodies as they washed up. Good evl,
dence is found in the case Of Lieuten'
ant Sinonds, whose third and fourth
fingers of the left hand had been
scratched and gouged by the body
robbers in their haste to secure their
ill-gotten booty.
The past lends to Egypt a charm
more entransing than its cloudless
skies and delicious climate. Ga
where you will, antiquity meets you
at every turn. Around you lie tht
ruins of cities whose very names have
been obliterated in the silent march
of the ages Before you flows the sa
cred river upon whose waves foated
centuries ago the little ark OF the out
cast Hebrew infant, and the colder
barge Of the gorgeous daughter o
the Ptolemies. Time was when this
old Nile was the highway dowI
which many successive nations rushed
to conquest, for the Ethiopian, the As
syrian, the Persian, the Roman anc
the Saracen have all lorded it in turr
in this ancient realm Of the Pharaohs
Now, vexed no longer with the fleets
of rival monarchs, the mighty riveI
rocks with slumbering swell, the lotus
lilies on its tranquil breast, and on it,
lonely banks, which have rurg so OF
ten in days gone by with shrill p@an'
Of triumph, the psalms in the sultr.
noontide throw their long shadows
athwart the ruined temples and colos
sal statues, grand in execution ant
ranltIess in detail, which reveal in ev
cry outline the perfection to which
the arts of architecture and sculpture
were carried in this, their earliest era
lie. The soil is strewed with frag
ments of broken columns and defacet
colossaIs. Buried beneath the drifting
sand of the desert lie the glorious ant
yet grotesque masterpieces of tn