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

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accompanied by an attache of one of the
great dailies of this great city, boarded the
tug Fisk. Jr.. at $40 a. M, outbound in
search of tow. The GLOBE mans COM
panion, who is somewhat of rOmanticist
indeed, he has
WRITTEN SOME POETRY
that has actually been published and paid
fOr-thus soliloquiZed as the saucy little
craft steamed out Of the river, through the
breakwater and into the open lake. may
the continual screeching of the tugs double
whistles as we hurried under bridges and
past heavily laden incoming lows.
81 doubt if there be Chicago-born boy
but who looks upon the lake as in some
way connected with his destiny" unused
the poet. "While yet an infant in his era
die he hears the melodiOus surge of the long
swells beating on the pebbly shore. When
he is older he wanders along the beach
watching the waves that come plunging up
to land like white-maned sea horses, and
his eye follows the lessening sail as it fades
into the blue horizon. Then he longs for
the time when he shall stand on the deck
of an outgoing vessel, sailing proudly over
the Ito him) mysterious
WASTE OF WATERS.
Near the lake the streets are full of hints
and iavors of old ocean. The dense gray
fogs, the very breath of Neptune, creep up
into the busy streets and envelope every
thing in that strange, mysterious cloak that
wells the eastern horizon. And then when
the gales come, dreaded by landsman as
well as mariner the placid surface of the
lake is torn and dashed into angry pillows
that"
Bad weather this morning, boys, -. m
terrupted the lookout; there's aheayy fog
on and storm ahead; hope We'll get in be-
fore night"
The GLOBE acquiesced but the poet
turned aside with an angry gesture at
being recalled from the world of fancy
to hard facts. The lookout was quite right
in his estimate of the weather. The tug
had proceeded some ten miles on the out
ward course, but as yet we were in heavy
white cloud with no signs of approaching
day. The noisy toOt-toot of the tugs
whistle, blown at intervals of ten minutes.
forbade conversation. Everything was
dripping with moisture, and the rubber coats
we wore were almost insufficient to
KEEP OUT THE DAMPNEss.
Suddenly light broke through the white
sunbeams began to be visible. Slowly. but
with apparent motion, the heavy mist be-
gan dissolving, appearing like clouds in the
deep blue of a summer sky; now the east
was in full view; now the tug was in clear
water, and now the rolling clouds of mist
moved rapidly toward the land we had so
shortly left, still yelled in obscurity by the
dense wet cloud that had just passed on.
''Sail hop sang out the lookout as the fog
had cleared the lake looking toward Mack
inaw straits, and through the glass we were
able to descry the tOpmasts Of schooner
some twenty miles to the northeast. Half
an hours steaming proved the vessel an
outbound craft. Other sails were deserted.
but the faint line of smoke told the expe-
rienced eye of the lookout that they were
already in tow. We were now barely NOV
ing through the water, the tugs engines
only giving sufficient force to keep the YES
sePs head against the sea, which is always
rather heavy, and was now
RUNNING QUITE HIGH
with the lively breeze that had sprung up.
''Thirty miles from port and not a tow -
growled lookout ''We'll have to put about
for coal pretty soon. The lake business is
SO run down there's no money in it any
more. Besides-Sail hop and again. the
glass went to the tar's right eye, and the
tugs escape pipe gave audible evidence of
full steam as the engineer responded to
three bells from the pilot, and the tugs nose
veered around to ''nor'east by nor half
nor" An hours steady run and we were
under the prov of a three-master-th Our
Son. loaded far above bulwarks with cedar
posts and drawing thirteen feet of water.
ga long pull" said the lookout; well not
reach port before dark. If you boys want
to board this vessel I'll signal 'em to send
boat out" 1--WE boys" preferred the
schooner to the tug, and a couple of sturdy
SwedeS in a small boat easily overlook the
tug that was struggling along with her tow
at the rate of three miles per hour. In half
an hour we had been transferred to the
schooner's deck-or, such portion of it that
was not covered with the fragrant cedar
logs.
A HEARTY WELCOME
was extended to the scribes as they clam
bered over the side in the true sailor
fashion, and stone jug was passed around
to celebrate the occasion. The GLOBE man
soon made the acquaintance of Mate Boy
sen, and the twain were seated on an empty
Pyle's soap box, near the wheelsnlan, when
a sudden exclamation from the mate, as he
glanced at the barometer, called the atten-
ton of the newspaper man from his medi-
tations. The sun had long since hidden
under cloud; the day was dark, although
it was but o'clock, and the thermometer
registered T2o. The canvas, which had
been hoisted to the last sail to help the tug,
hung lifeless from the masts and yards; the
barometer indicated fall of 40 in less than
an hour. ''There's storm on, sure" said
the mate, as he glanced anxiously about the
horizon, and gave hasty orders for the top
sails to be taken in. An hour later the
clouds in the western sky began moving
rapidly, breeze sprang up, and peculiar,
dull, yellow light was manifest in the sky.
The breeze quickened to
A SMALL HURRICANE
and all sails were taken in. The wind was
irregular, constituting series of squalls.
The sea had changed from the long. regular
swells and angry waves now dashed against
the schooner's sides with force that made
the shock perceptible all over the vessel.
! Soon the rain commenced, and angry light