Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-05-16
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Seaman Marshall's Thrilling Story, of
Which, There Is Strorn- cor.Ot--o...

Seaman MarshalIs Thrilling Story, of
Which There is Strong Confederation,
The good sloOp Lydia Ann, says the
New York Herald of the 18th inst, is a
centre-board yacht with a 3O-foot keel, and
belongs to Vice Commodore Parker and
Capt Pullman, OF the Pavonia Yacht
Club. She is a tight little craft and her
owners think nothing Of a three days.
cruise in the neighborhood of Sandy Hook
in search of fish and fun. When sat
home" the Lydia Ann is to be found on
the beach near Communipaw, Nj, about
two miles from the ferry of the New der
sey Central Railroad. Messrs. Pullman
and Parker are two jolly sea-dOgs, either
one Of whom will tip the scale at 200
avoirdupois, or tip a keg of lager.
Saturday afternoon the Lydia Ann put
out to sea. There were on board, besides
the two owners named above, Capt. Jas.
II. Dilkes, formerly connected with the
yacht Excelsior, and his son William.
Food and bait these ancient mariners had
for a couple of days sport, and grOg
enough to go around After cOasting
down to the neighborhood of Sandy Hook
the party put out number of eel ''bobs."
About IL O'Clock they were preparing to
seek for shelter when suddenly they heard
cry of distress coming from the mOOnlit
waters some distance away.
Hold up minute and | Will be with
YOU" shouted Commodore Parker, and a
moment later he was in the sloop's yawl
with young bikes and vigorously rowing
in the direction from which the sound
came. After some effort they came up to
a man f1oating IN the water, and held uD
by life preseryer, which fortunately was
in the right place, as he was completely
exhausted. Ia fact, before he had been
hauled into the yawl he had lapsed into
Inconsistencies.
NEW KIND OF COCKTAIL.
Il thought the poor boy would die be-
fore morning." said the Commodore yes
terday when relating the incidents of this
curious rescue. But we did the best we
could for him. We took off his wet
clothes and rubbed and chafed him, and
we made him swallow a big 'Irishman's
cocktail,' in other words, beer and pepper,
which had the effect of warming him up
inwardly. We then piled blankets and
oyerc0ats on him and left him to sleep it
off. We found on his life preserver the
name East Anglia Do YOU want to see
it? There it isl
sWering this description, which the Pavo-
MIA Yacht Club will keep as one of their
most interesting relics
The rescued man, who gave his name as
James Marshall, and San Francisco as
his native place, told a most eXtraordina-
ny story. On Friday last he shipped on
board the English steamer East Huglia,
Mailing from Newcastle and bound for
Santander, in Spain, and from there to
Bordeaux. Saturday morning she hauled
out from the Atlantic dock, Brooklyn, but
did not sail until late in the afternoon.
Marshall, according to his own admis-
sion, was quite drunk at the time.
about two bells,' he said (meaning
p. m. }, '.just after we had put the pilot
overheard, one of the officers told me to
go aft and get the patent log ready.
When l reached the rail l found the log
line entangled below in the rudder chains.
i'll had been sober l would have cut the
line and rove another. Being drunk |
determined to 90 down and untangle it.
How l came to put on a life preserver |
don't know, but something told me | was
going overheard. When l clambered over
the steamship fell into the water and
grabbed the line, which is smaller than
my finger. 1t tore through my fingers,
burning them badly as you see. Thenext
knew l was lying on my back. The
line was entangled about my ankle, and
| was being dragged through the water at
the rate of eight miles an hour. yelled
as loud as l could when my head was
above water, which was about half the
liAuGs Jul HODOuN uedFO me. Alter time
tried to cut the line, but the water
knocked the line out Of my hand. | tell
you had some rapid thOughtsv'
what did you think OPP
ooh, | thought of the old man and old
woman, and then 1 thought, Cod to die
such death as thisv l don't know how
my leg got free, but 1t did after l had been
dragged about three miles,
"Oh, herer' objected the reporter. 'Isn't
that drawing it pretty strOng?"
Il believe l was taken fully that dis
lance. 1t was long ways, anyway.
When / got free l was almost exhausted,
but | swan as well as | could and shouted
for help, and when | was almost gone |
heard those men ON the Lydia Ann, and
soon after l was hauled on board their
yawl. In half an hour more / should
have been down to Davy jones'.
"Those gentlemen were mighty kind to
me and took care Of me until they landed,
about noon to-day, and then the CommO-
dore's wife insisted on giving me a hot
dinner. TO end up with they gave me 50 |
to 30 over the ferry with and look up a
job. They are square men.
81 suppose / will be reported as dead
when the East Anglia gets to Spain,' he
said "Well, l am alive, but l ought to
be dead"