Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-06-15


what a scene, picturesque and fantastic as
! tDore painting, lay all around us under
the freight! We were on the extreme
point of the cliff that ;jutted out several
feet over the sea, and below we could see
The huge rocks covered with thick foam,
which our tall, illuminated flames made
crimson. The scattering trees appeared
grim and gloomy, the darkness crowded
back and seemed blackcr than ever,
while we each and all fastened to and
fro in the midst Of one another's gro
tesque shadows. 4,j,5. n i4F,4 b Fl f-,
i. No more signal guns were fred from the
distressed vessel, and we strained our
eyes in vain to catch a glimpse of her.
Nor could anything be heard across the
deafening 2 breakers. We could only
wait for the daylight, which, fortunately
for our patience, did not delay long
Breaking over the ocean, it showed us
first a Tapping sail or two;a dark hulk,
half submerged and swaying back and
forth on the rocks within a gun-shot Of
the cliff; then a knot of men huddled
near the forecastle, who, as they saw us,
raised faint shout Of joy, that made the
blood Jingle in our veins %s
"Is there nothing we can do for them,
sir?" asked John Sawyer, eagerly, Of the
master.
''Let us make /; raft out of the trees"
cried three or four, excitedly.
st wouldn't hold together two minutes
in those break crs," returned the master,
rubbing his hands nervously and looking
perplexed.
CLARK bark p cried somebody. "They
are signaling to u.s.
We saw one Of. the men step into the
rigging, andthen a,word or two that he
shouted through a trumpet came to us
family, and we guessed the rest:
sst."We shall sink when the tide rises"
Then. again: sour boats are sunken.'
edo you here that, boys? Their boats
are gone, and they'll sink when the tide
rises. What shall we do for them? I say,
what shall we do, Z. Il =, J.
,ge q think we had better pray for them
SIR said Little Tins, looking plump up
at the masters, surprised face. oa
s5aa"sYou are right, Ti1ns," he answered,
quickly "We will ask God to help us
all. Boys, take off your hats"
e We obeyed him instantly; and drop
moment or two. Then we were aroused
by one Of the pen calling quite distinct
" through tie trumpet: 'Stand byl
We're going to fire line ashore" And
before we could comprehend what he
meant the ships cannon belched forth its
flash and smoke, and a solid shot came
cleaving the air, bringing q ropein its trail
But both fell into the sea almost as soon
as they left the mouth Of the cannon, and
we all sprung back to the edge Of the cliff
to hear what the man was again shouting
"We've got one more ball. Stand by!'
It was five, eight, or ten minutes while
they were reloading; and we waited ner-
vously. They would be careful not to
make a blunder this time. The achieve
ment of throwing aline ashore when il
was attached to a canon-ball certainly did
not seem very difficult; for we had no.
yet studied any mathematics that includ
ed projectiles, and did not know what {
nice calculation it required to land tina
ball on the top of our cliff: But the mas
ter knew; and just as the ball struck deai
against the front rocks he cried out, dis
appointedly, that it was as he had expect
.sThey've lost their last chance Goo
help them!''
"She is getting deeper in the water.
we cried, as the ship lunged under I
heavy swell.
''There'sa woman clinging to the rig
ging!' Isss
It was Little Tins who shouted that
We remembered it afterward; but jus
then we we were all scattered along tn
margin OF the cliff, watching the rope
that had broker away from the ball ant
was buffeting the waves. If we coult
only get possession Of it, the safety of al
on tie ship would be secured. It was bu
| moment, and then I saw some dark oh
jcct going down, down, down. The mas
ter shouted: ssGood heavens what has til
boy done?" And we were all III, a DIES
perate confusion.
ats Little Tins! Little Tims!'' a
we saw his pale, frightened face ris
above the enraged water and look up. q
us an instant, s, .s4i,. s.ss..
Il 49, Ol.Wudl udpECACN uCAt Oh sAYGfaA ACStsl
is that somehow.we, followed the. maste
down the Jagged side Of the cliff, and i
six or seven minutes seized Little Tim
from the swell that dashed him ashore
gripping the rope with both hands an
a looking dead Then we hurried wit
him up to the fire, and ran about frantic
! " for wood to feed the blaze and war;
his numb body. 7 remember that whe
! we had drawn the strong hawser- rope
4 the land, and secured it taut around
j tree, the great, burly Captain creI
!; ashore on It, and fell down before Littl
: Tins, excitedly saying, two or thre
! times: God bless the boy! God ble'
him y Then he rolled him to and fro Q
| the ground, rubbed his feet and hane
i madly, and, finally, throwing off his Goa
VI wrapped it about Little Tins and "a
VI with him in his arms all the way to Il
i You may be sure that we followed an
Ell gathered in that great kitchen before Il
a open fire, awestruck and scarcely DARN
: to breathe, while they were trying
bring Little Tins back to life. no
d frightfully white and cold he looked
It seemed as if he never would gro
q warm !. again, as though hou
e had passed while I'VE were wal
j. ing. The crew Of the vessel all g