Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-09-21

pected answer. They had not returned.
With an anxious foreboding at my heart
limped quickly on to the little pier,
which I found already occupied. A re-
gatta at the opposite side of the loch had
literally emptied the village of its male
population, with the exception of few
tottering old men and babes but on the
pier stood group of women with shawls
over their heads, pointing seward, ges-
ticulating and jabbering in Gaelic and
English. As I drew near I could see
through the driving rain Hammond's
boat coming on for the shore with sail
full set. The sheet seemed to have been
made fast, for he was struggling wildly
with it, while his poor frightened wife
impeded his efforts by clinging to his
arm. He had evidently quite lost his
head.
"Cut the sheetw I shouted, though
almost hopeless of his hearing me.
"Cut-cut !" shrieked the women.
"Your knife, man" chimed in feeble
chorus of dotards.
Ali at once he heard either heard us
or else hit on the obvious expedient
himself, for he began fumbling in his
pockets. Too late Already the lee
gunwale was often under water, and
now, with fercer gust than before, the
waves rushed In and the boat went over.
Then rose @ scream from the women,
while l held my breath, watching for the
two heads to reappear. Thank God.
there they were! Hammond chung des-
pcrately to the upturned keel of the
i'oat, supporting his wife the while. He
could not swim, as knew, and screamed
for help. Whence was that help to
come? A properly handled boat might
easily have lived; and knew that, in
the absence of the men, some of these
wo1nen-good, brave souls were well
able and willing to pull an oar or man
age tiller and steer; but there were no
boats. They, too, were away to the re-
gatta"
The Sole hope lay in the arm of
strong swimmer, if only he could be
found. AS for the old men, they were
out Of the question, while, had I ventured
into the water in my MANNED condition,
[ should probably have been drowned,
and should certainly have been of no
use. I never felt so helpless in MY life.
How [ Ion ged for Warwick, with his cool
daring and his powerful arm!
Blu longing was idle, while the cries
for help grew fainter and more despair
ing, and the boat, capsized and helpless,
drifted SLOWLY toward the mouth of the
loch. 1t was terrible to stand thus do
ing nothing, and l know not what rash
ness | was meditating, when man sud-
denly pushed his way Through the crowd
"a tallish man Of distinguished air,
with pale face and heavy black mus
tache. Where had [ seen him before
[ Gid not recollect at first, bnt as he
flung off coat, waistcoat and shoes and
cooly entered the water, I exclaimed
involuntarily:
Good heaven! It is poor Revelle 2
No one paid attention to my words,
for all eyes were fixed on IKE swimmer
who breasted the waves with a long,
steady stroke. Breathless silence was
ours, amid the bowling wind and the
lashing rain till he reached the boat.
Then we sent forth cry of Joy and en-
couragement. We could see him Olsen
gage the half-fainting girl from her hus-
bands clasp, see him turn his face shore
ward, see him begin the laden journey.
back. Bufeting the waves he came,
now disappearing and anon appearing
again, but nearer, always nearer, till at
last the excited women rushed among the
breakers and dragged the rescuer and
rescued ashore. 1855.
The young wife, as I have said. had
seemed nigh fainting; but she was no
sooner ashore than she struggled to her
feet and gasped out:
"Oh, save him-save him, too, or let
me die p
Then, kneeling at Revelle,s feet, as he
stood with heaving chest and streaming
garments, she cried again, with clasped
hands:
ooh, for the love of God, save him p
For a few seconds they remained thus,
she looking up inploringly at his face,
he looking gravely down at hers-a
strange picture in the rain, and, the
spray, and the tempest till suddenly
her eyes opened wide with an expires.