Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1880-08-25


once began to push themselves off upon
their perilous journey. More than once a
stihed cry was heard from the depth of
darkness as furious wave tore some poor
fellow from the slippery cord and whirled
him away to destruction; but the greater
part reached the shore in safety, hailed by
the lusty cheers of the fishermen. After
the turn Of the men came that of the off
GERS. One by one they cleared the deadly
space, till the only man left upon the
wreck was the captain himself. All at
snce terrible cry was heard, and the
first officer, turning hastily, saw the rope
tossing loose upon the waves. 1t had
snapped in the middle!"
God help num-" muttered an old fish
erman sadly sit be a over wi mum
now!"
What" shouted Thompson, start
ing up from the wet shingles upon
which he had been lying exhausted. IAN
over with him, dye sayP Not while we
have hands Of our own, anyhow"
"Why. Bill, what's got you2" asked
one Of his comrades jokingly. | heard
you say myself only last week, as you'd
give years pay to see the old man In
scrape ne couldn't get out of. -"
"And what o. that?" retorted the other
savagely. "D'ye think Bill Thompson
the man to remember any sich tooery
when there's brave man dyin' right
afore his very eyes. | tell we be give me
his hand afore the whole ships company
Just as If him and me warn't cap'n and
A. b. at all, but man and man, and I'll
help him somehow, if have to die for it. "
SEE best brave, lad. said one Of the
fishermen approvingly, "but boat nor line
can never reach yon man now. God ha'
mercy upon nuns soul!
And so we're all to git safe ashore
and leave our cap'n behind to drown"
cried a sailor. fercely. THAT 'ud be a
nice story for English blue jacket s to tell,
wouldn it? Mates, are we men, or are
we pack o skulkers as oughtn't never to
show our faces on blue water agin?
Who! help me to take boat out to
him2
81 will"
"And |"
"And L."
Come along them"
''Bide ye, blde ye, !ads!" cried the old
fisherman; 'ee'll do naught o. good thik'
way. But I'll tell zee what We med do. if
the wind nd only shift PINT or two 10
the east ard, as it do seem to be for
doin'."
at is shifting; l see it," exclaimed
Thompson, eagerly. "What are we TO
do, daddy? tell us quick!"
''Ee see you pint?" said the veteran,
IoIipofipf, tho rOnir. hooJ nd thof clNcol
in the bay 10 the east. "When the wind
be southland -by-west, 1t do max coor-
rent across the bay, right down to the
rocks where the vessel be lyin'; zee med
get to nun So
The impatient crew barely gave HIM
time to finish. One universal hurrah
shook the air, and in an instant these
bruised, half-drowned, starving men, who
had seemed hardly atse to stand few
minutes before, were running like mad
men toward the point, where they scarcely
waited to let the wind change sufficiently
for their purpose before launching Il boat
and pulling furiously toward the wreck,
Meanwhile, how Jared 1t with the DOOM
ed captain? Perhaps even his stout heart |
may have failed for a moment, at the |
thought OF his young wife far away on the |
sunny Kertish shore, and the two little |
girls that were praying that papa might |
come safe back from sea, while he stood |
there alone with death. But, whatever
might be the peril that threatened him,
there was no white feather" about Cap |
tain Richard Hardy; and the eyes that |
had faced without flinching the grinning
muzzles Of French cannon looked just as !
fearlessly upon the gushing waves. Sud- |
denly loud hurrah came rolling over the |
wild sea, and the rising moon, breaking |
for moment through the inky masses of |