The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-07-17

fnes.S steamships aloat. We were in a
tyghoon. They call them typhoons
there, but they are menticalin character
with our own cyclone and the African
tornado. It was an awful storm, the
worstI ever saw. The wind howled and
shrieked and raved like a million of de-
mons loosed from the Styx. The seas
struggled with each other for our pos
session, and roared the most Internal
noise as they broke over us in merciless
force. The sky was inky, but not a
drop of water fell. My chief officer
and myself were standing on the bridge
directing the helm. Suddenly directly
in front of us, about a hundred yards
away, 1 saw u most p%rodigious mount
ain of water. Its towering crests was
| splashed into a white foam, and APP
peared Just between the two yards of
the mast. Above the hellish din of the
storm I could hear the awful base roar
of that monster wave as it came toward
us like q steam-engine. l turned to
my officer. His face al as white as
chalk.
Here's the last of our good boat, my
boy" J. said, and turned her nose right
into the wave.
Her bow rose until we were almost
perpendicular. I almost thought we
should be thrown over. The crest
struck us and blinded me so that l
could not see. And then, so sure as l
am an honest man, her bow fell and
her keel rose, and we passed over that
most terrific wave as gently as a chip
over a mill pond ripple! Inever was SO
dumbfounded in my life, for 1 fully ex-
pected that moment to be the last that
ship would ever know. These two
yarns. mind you, are my own personal
experiences, and I give my word of
honor for their truth.
"About three weeks ago on my last
trip back to England we called at
Queenstown. There 1 met my friend,
Mr.. Thomas Gray, the secretary of the
London Board of Trade, a thoroughly
well-known man, whose word is as good
as his bond. Hn told me in good faith
the following story and said he knew it
TO be true: Some time ago, precisely
when l don't just now remember, q new
light was being put in the Eddystone
lighthouse. This house, you know
stands on a solid rock, which the sea
entirely covers at high water. The
building is a circular iron tower. hollow
in the center, and about nine feet in
diameter. The materials which were
used to fix the new light We're brought
by steamers to the rock, and holes were
opened in the base of the lighthouse
through which they were admitted into
this hollow space. Then they were
hoisted up by derricks to the'top of the
lighthouse.
Zone afternoon the son of the archi
tect, a young man Just about OF age
was standing at the top of the tower
looking down into the hollow space,
distance of a hundred and forty feet t.
the rock below. Suddenly he became
dizzy and fell headlong into the abyss
Just at that opportune and Providentia
{ moment - storm waye, such as | hav
been describing, broke against tn
9 light house. The hole in its base ha'
. not been closed, and in the twinklini
of an eye, at the very moment the younI
! man fell, the water rushed in throug,
: these holes, up the hollow tower, an,
: received the falling form. Recedin
Immediately, the water left him, aliv
and none the worse for his ducking, o
the rock at the towers base!
+ "The sea Y lives as well as dc
YOURS them"