The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1889-04-19


shot at a bird larger than a wood
pecker, Billy returned toward
home in a very sorry frame of
mind. Those city sports with
their settlers and pointers and their
breech-loadinS guns were getting
unbearable. They had plenty cf
money, and could buy turkey.
What WAS the need Of their com
ing into the woods and spelling his
Thanksgiving dinner? 1t seemed
like downright robbery. For the
time Billy WAS an anarchist, and if
he had CHANGED to meet one of
those sports just then it is likely
there would have been bloolshed,
for Billy felt like shooting some
thing or somebody then and there,
1t was blowing a gale and raining
very hard when he came in to sup
per th,t night. A heavy mist
hung over sea aal lan.l al blend
ed the two into d curtaia of black
ness, which was broken only by the
phosphorescent sparkle Of the
breakers as they came in gnaWing
on the lodges of the beach.
II think saw the Maggie Davis
off the Bulls Buck before dark, "
said Mrs. Davis. "You hal better
swallow your supper and run down
the shore and keep a lookout for
her." The Maggie Davis was the
schooner commanded by Captain
Bill she WAS expected to arrive
that night or early the next mora
ing. 50 it was very likely that the
mother was right in her suppo 81
ton.
Billy lost no time in getting
away. He took the lantern and
went down the shore about a mile
until he was Opposite the Bull'>
Back. Then he set his lantern
down benin a rock and looked
out upon the waters. 1t WAS 81
dark that he could see nothing but
clouds of mist and rain as the,
came bearing down against him
He picked up his lantern ant
:! began to walk along the shore
keeping as near to the incomin!
breakers as he dared. The beacl
was white with foam. Here anC
there was a big tree stump, an
scattered all along the wave ham
mered sand were piles and piles O
kelp and sea weed, tangled in bi
r wads.
Then he found the bow end of
broken yawl. 1t looked like tn
+ boat to the Maggie Davis, bu1
was so badly splintered that h
could not tell for sure. A broke
, oar was the next find. Then /
walking over pile of sea wee
he stepped on something that mad
him stop.s Lifting up a mass
! matted kelp he saw a dark objet
lying Oh The sand, which he at frs
mistook for stick of cordwoo(
Putting his lantern closer down
] he looked into the dead, starin
eyes of Jim Grant, the mate Of h
y fathers. vessel. There could Il
e longer be any doubt. The Magg
Davis was ashore on the Ball
j Back, and it was probable that a
y were 1ost.
Along the coast Of Maine lif
IS saving stations are scarce. The
l. was not one for miles on this beac
I'll All the neighbors were seafariI
e people, and most of them. we
laway. Those who were at hon
II were mostly old and crippled.
It would be no use anyhow, for
a were madness to launch a boat
the eyes of such a gale. He We
II across the point to GundaloW co
A. and there, hauled up on the sar
d he found a small fishing dory, wi
It oars and thole pins complete.
t. was foolish. but he would try. ]
n Launched the boat, and ia fife
le minutes was breasting. the gs
ID with all the strength he could ?
,ptinto the, oars. Though slim,
er was wiry and had good wind.
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