St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-06-07

mate. helmsman and rubber-coated lookout
had sought quarters below and were gazing
with awe-stricken eyes on the scene with
out The little tug rose and fell at times
her screw beating only the air, and again
submerged in the trough OF sea that
threatened to completely swamp her. The
poet was too sick to appreciate the grandeur
of the scene. With the first angry gust
that sent white caps to the swells, he had
sought the rear of the schooner, and there
cast upon the waters the bread he had eaten
from his lunch on board the tug at noon.
When the full force of the storm was Oh he
lay in a bunk in the crowded cabin uttering
sentiments entirely at variance with his
rhapsody of the morning BY degrees
THE STORM GAINED DOWN,
but so rough was the water, and so slow
our progress that the second storm caught
us about 10 o'clock at night before we had
reached the outer breakwater, three miles
from shore. The wind was even more
bOisterouS and the sea more rough than
during the afternoon, while the electrical
display was fearfully beautiful. TO the
possessor of timid nerves the scene would
have been frightful; but to sailors and such
hardened wretches as newspaper men the
brilliant flashes and deafening explosions
were no more than an annoyance. The
storm seemed all around us. Lightning
flashed near us on the left and in the dis
lance on the right at the same time. The
rigging ratified as the wind whistled through
the ropes and water ran in torrents from
the folded sails on the masts The wind
had driven the stern of the boat round until
the bow headed to the shore, while the
little tug was doing it's best to keep the
schooner's PROV up the lake and away from
the breakwater. The helmsman and look
out, lashed to their respective positions,
unable longer to make their voices heard
ABOVE THE TEMPEST,
used colOred lanterns for signalling. Just
about the time all on board we're looking
for heavier gust of wind the rain ceased,
wind died down, and half an hour later we
were floating in comparatively smooth
water inside the government pier that forms
the outer boundary of the harb0r. Here
and there we could see lights floating about
ON the coast guards boats in search of
wrecks. We passed in shouting distance of
one crew, and the report ''all right" was
borne to our ears on the breeze. But next
morning in the papers we read how three
poor fellows had been caught in that last
squat, their boat Overset, and they were
drowned. When on my way home that
morning day was breaking, and went over
on the Lincoln park drive. One could not
ask for wilder scene than the waters pre-
scented. All that was needed to make a
landscape such as William Black would
have loved to describe was high, rocky
cliff instead of the bright green sward and
beautiful shrubbery Of the park. The waves
were running high up on the beach, break
ing with crash and fOaming in the grass
instead of on the sands fifty feet down the
beach where they ordinarily stop and re-
treat, only to meet another wave that bears
THE RECEDING WATERS
again to the shore, and so one is puzzled to
know why Chicagoan should go to the
sea shore, when all the elements of the
ocean-barring the briny Odor-are at their
very doors. A month later and the west
ern shore will be lined with bathers, who
fear no danger from QuicksandS or the
dreadful undertow, neither is there treach-
erOus tide to carry out into the surf bathing
houses or cut off retreat to shore should one
be out on pleasant point OF land, and, lost
in dreamy contemplation, forget the pro-
gress Of time. The charms and advantages
of ocean resorts are ours, without the dis
agreeable features attendant upon those
places, and perhaps some day rich people
will be content to take advantage of the
lake resorts now patrOniZed by those of
moderate means, and the western shore of
Lake Michigan will then resound with the
merry laughter of the unrivaled Chicago
belle. who now wastes her sweetness on the
desert air of Eastern watering places.