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

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and know some one is near"
Pieces of old stumps, broken limbs
from dead trees and refuse wood were
heaped up by us in no time, and then
what a scene, picturesque and fantastic as
a Dore 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.
No more signal guns were fired from the
distressed vessel, and we strained our
eyes in vain to catch glimpse of her.
Nor could anything be heard across the
deafening 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 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 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.
els 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.
'It wouldn't hold together two minutes
in those breakers returned the master,
rubbing his hands nervously and looking
perplexed.
clark hark!' cried somebody. ''They
are signaling to u.s.
We saw one Of the men step into the
rigging, and then word or two that he
shouted through trumpet came to us
family, and we guessed the rest:
"We shall sink when the tide rises
Then again: SsOur boats are sunken'
"Do you here that, boys? Their boat
are gone, and they'll sink when the It'd
rises. What shall we do for them? I say
what shall we do
ssI think we had better pray for them
SIR said Little Tins, looking plump up
at the masters surprised face. i
"You are right, Tins" he answ cred
quickly. eve will ask God to help u
all. Boys, take off your hats"
We obeyed him instantly; and drop
ping on his knees, he prayed silently
moment or two. Then we were aroused
by one Of the men calling quite distinct
" through the trumpet: ssStand by
We're going to fire a line ashore" An
before we could comprehend what h
meant the ships cannon belched forth it
flash and smoke, and solid shot cam
cleaving the air, Bringing a rope in its trai
But both fell into the sea almost as 500
as they left the mouth Of the cannon, an
we all sprung back to the edge Of the clif
to hear what the man was again shouting
| "We've got one more ball. Stand by
| It was five, eight, or ten minutes Will
they were reloading; and we waited ne
vously. They would be careful not
make blunder this time. The achiev
ment of throwing a line ashore when
was attached to canon-ball certainly di
not seem very difficult; for we had n,
yet studied any mathematics that inclut
ed projectiles, and did not know what
nice calculation it required to land TIN
ball on the top of our cliff. But the ma
ter knew; and just as the ball struck des
against the front rocks he cried out, di
lappointedly, that it was as he had expec
They've lost their last chance! &c
help them!'
sishe is getting deeper in the water
we cried, as the ship lunged under
, heavy swell.
'sThere's a woman clinging to the ri
ging!"
) It was Little Tins who shouted the
, We remembered it afterward; but ju
then we we were all scattered along Il
margin OF the cliff, watching the roE
that had broken away from the ball a,
, was buffeting the waves. If we cou
:, only get possession of it, the safety of :
on tie ship would be secured. TWAS b
, moment, and then saw some dark o
!, ject going down, down, down. The ms
ter shouted "Good heavens! what has t
boy done?" And we were all in a dc
n perate confusion.
d ssIt's Little Tins! Little Timsi'
e we saw his pale, frightened face RI
n above the enraged water and look up
i us an instant. SIS
I'll Of what happened next all I can rec
pl is that somehow we followed the mast
II down the jagged side Of the cliff, and
l. six or seven minutes seized Little Til
a from the swell that dashed him asho
al gripping the rope with both hands a
1t looking dead Then we hurried wi
ID him up to the fire, and ran about frant
l. ly for wood to feed the blaze and wa
y his numb body. remember that VIII
v we had drawn the strong hawser-rope
st the land, and secured it taut around
o, tree, the great, burly Captain crt
9; iashore on it, and fell down before Lit
n Tins, excitedly saying, two or til
lie times: ssGod bless the boy God bl
him p Then he rolled him to and fro
ed the ground, rubbed his feet and hal
Ell madly, and, finally, throwing off his &C
nv wrapped it about Little Tins and
Nv with him in his arms all the way to
gs school.
ed You may be sure that we followed s
de gathered IN tnat great kltchen before
a open fire, awestruck and scarcely dar
k to breathe, while they were trying
bring Little Tins back to Life. b
ed frightfully white and cold he look
It seemed as if he never would q
ur warm again, as though no
he had passed while we were VI
sh. ing. The crew Of the vessel all