The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1878-07-11

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attention, she could not make them
hear. She saw the pole thrust into the
cabin-doos by Capt. Henton, and asked
if she should hold on to it and be pulled
out; but no answer came, the Captain
hearing no noise other than the plash-
ing of the water, and having not the
remotest idea that the woman was
there, alive or dead. This event oc-
CURED forty-five years ago, and have
never heard of parallel case. either
on the lake or other waters, and her
salvation from drowning may be re-
garded as little less than miracle.
Experience Of Young Nan who Knew
all About . Boat.
Iris told of that distinguished soldier,
Sir Philip Sidney, that being about to
wash his hands after a hard-fought
battle, he had just taken up the soap
and turned on the warm water, when
he perceived particularly grimy
soldier at his side. Handing the soap
to the soldier, with the now historic
words, Thy necessity is yet greater
than mine," Sir Philip turned away,
and went, unwashed, to his virtuous
couch. Cold and cynical indeed must
be the man who can read this anecdOte
without thrill of admiration and q
sudden mist of tears.
The experience of boating party in
our harbor one Sunday early in May
deserves to be set forth, since it cannot
fail to teach valuable lesson that peO-
Ivn1n oh 10 vxyl1o =
they do not know, unless, of course,
they are lawyers and are required to
give legal opinions without consulting
the authorities. There is young man
residing in this city who, until recently,
was in the habit Of spending his Sum
days on the south shore of Staten
Island. He is rather unobjectionable
young man, but he has fondness for
being regarded as an authority on
aquatic sports. People who do not
know him very intimately, firmly be-
lieve that he is a yachtsman of greatex-
perience, and even those who know
that he does not own yacht and who
never personally saw him on board any
vessel except Staten Island ferry-boat,
think that he is an accomplished and
fearless sailor, and always apply to him
for information as to ocean steamships,
naval vessels. yacht races, rowing
matches and subjects connected with
the canal business.
On the Sunday in question he was
sitting on the piazza of Staten Island
cottage, conversing enthusiastically
with seven young ladies and three
young men of the delights of yachting.
Neither of the three young men had
ever been in sail-boat Of any kind, and
the seven young ladies were, of course,
ignorant of nautical matters. Present.
", one CT the ladies expressed the ar
dent wish that Mr.. Withers-the nauti-
cal young man-could take them out
for sail, and all the party echoed the
wish and asserted that sail would be
perfectly splendid. Mr.. Withers him
self greatly regretted that he had not
thought to hire boat at Clifton, and
added that it really did seem hard to
be kept ON shore when there was such
nice breeze blowing. just then
casual small boy, who was listening to
the conversation, remarked That there
was a big cat-boat near by which could
be hired for the day, and volunteered
to seek out the owner of the boat and
hire it. Mr.. Withers began to object
that perhaps the ladies might suffer
from sea-sickness, but this objection
was overruled, and he was assured that
under the care of SO skillful a sailor
everyone would feel perfectly well and
happy.
1t was with many misgivings that the
nautical young man accompanied the
party to the boat. Luckily, the owner
was at hand and acceded to Mr.. With
ers' apparently careless remark that the
sail might as well be got up while he
ran back to the house for his other
coat. Thus, when Mr.. Withcrs returned
he found that the boat was ready to
be cast off, and that all that remained
for him to do was to take the helm and
to order the bOatman to shove her off.
There was q nice fresh breeze and
the boat ran before it in the direction
of Sandy Hook. The young ladies were
delighted, and amused themselves by
singing lively and secular songs. Mr..
Withers stood at the helm and was sur
prised to find that managing boat was
so much easier than he had supposed it
would be. The three other young men
were secretly filled with envy, but as
they knew nothing whatever about
boats, they could not venture to criti-
else Mr.. Withers' seamanship.
The breeze freshened, and as the boat
reached the middle Of the bay it began
to roll heavily. About the same time
the sky grew dark, and the fishing
boats began to seek shelter. One Of
the young men remarked that it was
about time to "put about" which sem
timents were warmly echoed by every
body except Mr.. Withers. That unfor-
tunate man undoubtedly would have
desired to "put about only he had
not the remotest idea of the nature of
that maneuver. The young ladies still
sung songs, but it was noticed that they
now confined themselves to the melO-
dies of Messrs. Moody and Sankey,
which they sung in subdued and seri-
GUS tone.
Fresher grew the breeze, and the
young ladies grew more and more
alarmed. Again and again was the
suggestion made that they ought to
"p1t about" but Mr.. Withers main
tanned painful silence. Presently a
fishing-boat drove rapidly by them,
and the skipper loudly suggested that
unless they wanted to visit some un-
known locality, vaguely described as
the propertyofo one David Jones, they had
better put in a reef and run for the lee
of the shore. Accordingly q demand
was made upon Mr.. Withers that he
should Immediately adopt tho fisher
mans advice. To the utter conste1na-
ton of the company, Mr.. Withers re-
piled that if anybody knew anything
about managing the boat he did not
care to do it any longer; that, in fact,
he knew nothing about sail-boats. and
that he had never been in one before.
Whereupon he abandoned the helm,
and leaning over the side of the boat
he communed with Nature for several
consecutive minutes.
By dintofcutting away every rope that
seemed to hold anything, the three
young men managed to get the sal.
down. They then cr0k ont tho oars