The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1882-05-11

tellin' but they'd have to stay there a
month"; But Miss NTlet didn't give him
much time TO worrit about it.
Wen go long the shore this way
first sez she; an, if we don't find
anything, we Il turn back an 60 the
other way
g" They'd ben landed Jest in line of
where the 'Albatross' went down. They
could see the mainmast standln' up ont
o the water, lookin' as ghos'ly as a
tombstone; an, takin' that for guide
they started on their tramp. Once Miss
Nllet grabbed Sampson by the arm an
p inted, all on a tremble, 10 long, dark
object swashin' up an down amongst
the rocks; but when they got to it
'twasnt nuthin' but a piece o drift
wood.
Now Wen turn an 90 the other
way, SEE she, when they'd gone about
a mile down shore. 1t was a kind o
pokerish work, walkin' up an down the
beach. loOkin' for dead man s corpse;
but Sampson'd tramped all night. if
it d b fen any consolation to that poor
child.
SO All right SEE he, turnin' round;
an, Jest as they came in range o the
wreck az in they spied life-boat drift
in toward EN-. / reckon we'd better
stop an haul that in, SEE Sampson. 1t
may come handy when we get ready to
leave. Why, as sure's you live, Miss
Vi'let, that's our own boat that was
washed off, SEE he.
There was a little stretch o smooth
beach Jest there, an the next breaker
left the boat high an dry, within two
/ foot of where they'd stopped.
- Stan back, Miss Viletr' sez
Sampson, sharp an sudden-like, for he d
seed somethin that sot him to shakin' in
his boots; but Miss VTlet had seed it,
too-a mans body stretched in the
bottom o the boat, an afOre Sampson
could stop her she was in on her knees,
an had the poor head in her arms.
''' Lord help herr sez Sampson; an,
thinkin' she mightn't like to have any
/ body loOl1in' on, he turned his back an
walked off apiece; but it wasn't more n
a minute or two afOre he heer' d her call
/ in him.
g He amt dead, SAMPSON SEE she.
I Come quick an feel his heart. -
''Sampson didn' have much faith; but
he jumped into the boat, an put ibis
/ hand under his ives cot, an, sure
enough, he could feel nder hutter-.
in beat. With that they both went to
rubin him, an in the course of half an
hour or so the Cap'n begun to ehirk up
a little.
q. Now, Miss Yilet.' sez Sampson,
9 if you'll stand guard, I'll make raid
inland, an see if anybody lives about
here An. after prowlin' round
awhile, he came to little cabin in the
woods, with somethin' less'n a dozen
little black pickaninnies runnin' in an
out; an, tindin' that there wasn't an
other house within six mile, he p suaded
the old woman to take EN- in for the
night. An have some coffee an
Johnnyca4e ready for US, Aunty,' SEE
he, for we're jest about starved, the
hui of us
. But, if you'll believe it, when he got
back to Miss Vi'let an the Cap'n, there
was Miss Vi'let standin' on the highest
rock she could find, wavin' her hand
kerchief to a ship; and in less'n an hour
they was all three on board the Clary-
bell, " bound straight for home.
The Cap'n told 'em afterward that,
as soon as he got on his feet in, when
that big wave knocked him over, he
pitched in after 'em, an t he remem-
bered ketchin' hold O the boat; but he
didn't know nuthin' more till he found
them wOrkin' over him.
g think we ought to give pertic' lar
thanks for that big wave, SEE Miss VI
let; for. if it hadn' been for that, we'd
all gone down with the ship
That's So sez Sampson. 1t
didn't seem at the time much to be
thankful for but l must say it was
kinder providential like, after all
"'An' to think o. the 'Clarybell
comm along jest as she did, said Miss
Vrlet. But, Sampson seq she, Pm
afeard that poor old woman is wonder
in yet whatever become o. them
boardcEs you promised her. An [
reckon myself it must have puzzled her
some.
"What's that you're askin'? What's
become of Miss VTletP Oh! she mar
ried, years ago. Sampson? Well, no.
l s'pOse she'd ought to, 'cordin' to the
story books, seem he'd saved her life,
or helped to, anyhow; but she named
her first boy after him-Samuel Samp-
son-an', 'cordin' to my thinkin', that's
sacrifice enough for her to make, an
my wifes of the same mind. We've
got six boys, cOuntin' the baby, an she
says there shan't one of 'em be named
after their father. MARY b. SIejgbt, IN
~ Y. independent.