Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-08-12

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echoes.
"lIc must ha' done it, sir" says the
boatswain to the first officer, "ior feel
the rope comm taut in my hands"
Sure enough, in another moment tic
narrow black line stood clearly out against
the ghostly white of the sea for some dis.
tance from the wreck, although farther
out it was completely hidden by the leap
ing waves.
"Now, my lads, cried Captain Hardy,
"oif with you, and mind you hold fast. II
we were boarding an enemy | wouldn't
ask you to 60 first; but this is Il different
thing. don't take my foot off these
planks till every other man has left them;
50 the sooner you get ashore the less time
you'll keep me waiting"
The concluding joke, grim as it was,
todchci its hearers in the right place.
They answered NM with a cheer, and at
once began to push themselves off upon
their perilous Journey. More than once a
sthed 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 oill.
GERS. One by one they cleared the deadly
space, till the only man left upon the
wreck was the captain himself. All at
once terrible cry was heard, and the
first officer turning hastily, saw the rope
tossing loose upon the waves. 1t had
snapped in the midde!"
God help mun" muttcred an old f.h.
crman sadly; at be a over wi muu
now!"
"What!" shouted Thompson, start,
ing up from the wet shingles upon
which he had bcGa lying exhausted. IAN
over with him, dye say2 Not while we
have hands OF our own, anyhow"
why, Bill, what's got you2" asked
one of lis comrades iokiugly. heard
you say myself only last week, a5 you'd
give years pay to see the old man IN a
scrape he coulda't get out Of.
"And what o thatS' rrt2rtod thc other
savagcly. "Dyc think Bill Thompson.
the man 10 remember any sich io0lcry
when there's Il brave man dlin' right
afore his very eyes. tell yc he give me
his hand atore the whole ships company
lust as if him and me- warn't cap'n and
A. L. at all, but man und man, ard III
help him somehow, if have to die for it. "
ZEE best brave, lad, said one Of thn
i,hcrmcn approvingly, "but boat nor Inc
can never reach yon man now, God ha'
mercy upon nuns soul!
"And so we're all to git safe ashore
and lcaye our cap'n behind to drOwn!"
cried sailor, fercely. THAT I'D be Il
nice story for English blue jackets to tell,
wouldn't itI Mates, are we men, or are
we pack o skulkers as oughtn't never to
show our faces on blue water aginY
Who'll help me to take a boat out to
him?"
81 will!'
ANY Any I,r
n1oma alamo, tbsnI"
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Gsbcrron. "co'II ID nnn,bt n GOOD tbiE'
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-. Inc impatient crew parely gave nm
t,me 10 nnish' Vhe universal h9Irah
snook the ar, anu IN itn instant 'nCSe
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anu pulune lu,'Ousiy 'o"a'" vne "fe'A'
Meanwhile, now Jared u win the doom,
ed captainH Perhaps even his stout heart
may have failed for q moment, at the
thought Of his young wife far away on the
sunny, kertlsh shore, ana the two llttle
girls Mat were praying that papa might
come safe back from sea, y while he stood
there alone with death. But, whatever
might be the petll that threatened HIM,
there was no white feather, about Cap,
tain Richard Hardy; and the eyes that
had faced without illnching the grlnning
muzzles of French cannon looked just as
iearlessly upon the gushing waves. Sud
denly Il loud hnrrah came rolling, over the
wild sea, and the rising moon, breaking
for a moment through the inky masses OF
cloud, showed him & boat coming, straight
toward him, in the bow OF which sat the
scapegrace Thompson, bending to his oar
with the strength Of giant.
And as they approached be could hear