Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-07-18

sence, was her father to como booL -
perish in sight of his very homel - And
ne would not be the first brave mar;nar
pronght up on that rugged coast Who
had been drowned almost a. 10 WIZ
door. "''' al MS very
She closed her eyes and sent up to
uoG q silent prayer that her father
might ne saved. aud as she did so new
s'rength seemed to come to her
- courage born of despair. There was
nuc n hope, and that q slim one.
no D on that great ship knew
o. the new channel that had
Deen cleared the year before. Could
tney u be told, they might vet be
Ihey must be saved, and Kate john
son must do it. Her little boat was in
the cove below-a frail craft in which
to trust ones life in such a TEMPEST.
But it was the only wav to a v the
I'VE OF those so dear to her. She
rushed to the boat, cast off the lines
ana, commanding herself to the care of
HIM who controls the tempest, rowed
u into the storm and blackness.
Would she be in time to i~ntercept
the great ocean monster as it swept
past?
Would they see that little speck on
the ocean in the blackness and storm ?
Ihe chance was so slight that she shud.
dered as she thought Of it. And then.
shutting her lips closely together, she
useo her utmost efforts to keen her lit.
tie bark af1oat.
Now the great ship doomed up before
her. There was but one thing to be
done, and she threw her boat directly
IN front of the ship! There was a crash
as OF a nutshell nit by asledge hammer,
and the boat was sucked underline ship,
q hopeless wreck. Kate with ready sight
and active muscles, had grasped the
%forechains firmly with her hands and in
a moment drew herself safely to the
deck.
There was no time to be lost if she
could compass the object for which she
had come. She rushed up and gave a
few hasty commands to the man at the
wheel, which, in his superstitious fears,
ne obeyed without question. A quick
"hard-a-port!' "steadyi" "hard-a.
port!" and in an instant the proud shin
shot through the narrow passage, her
spars on either side grazing the cliffs,
and had grounded on the sandy
beach.
Then the Captain had an CD.
portunity to look for the voune
pilot who had saved him aud his shiI
from its inevitable doom, but she had
tainted, and lay q ~lifeless heap on the
deck.
She was taken up and tenderly cared
for, but it was many long and weary
weeks before Kate johnson recovered
from the dangerous brain fever which
ensued.
"But, papa" said Kate, as the three
Kate, her father and Ned Bolton
sat on the little porch overlooking the
sea one quiet afternoon, "now that I an
we'll enough tell me how it all hap
pened.
at is a long story, lass, and Ned cal
spin the yarn better than T." replied tn,
old man, as he filled his pipe for
smoke.
well, to begin" said Ned, "it wa:
about a week, we were struck by a nor
wester that didn't let up until we hai
been blown into the South Sea. One
ef ssr hea.a was stove in and washed
overheard, and part Of that which wa
picked up was what gave rise to til.
theory Of our wreck. But soon W,
found that the vessel had sprung q leal
during the storm. In vain we pumped
the water kept gaining, and we wer,
obliged to put in at the first land W,
made and beach the vessel. No soone.
had We struck ground than we wer'
surrounded by the natives and mad,
prisoners. Here we were kept unit
six months had passed, when you:
father, being somewhat of a physician.
as you know, affected a miraculous
cure, as they thought. on the king, VIII
was suffering from some disease the,
could not understand.
"This got him in high favor and h,
was allowed to take his vessel and wha
was left of his crew and return to hi
own country. After a pleasant voyage
we arrived on the coast of Maine, jus
in time to meet our end, in sight of GU
own house, if it had not been for you
courage and daring"
Three months later there was q quie
wedding at the Cape, and Kate johnson
became Mrs. Bolton. Many guests wer
present, and all agreed that Mr.. an,
Mrs. Bolton were the handsomest an,
best couple that the Cape had turne'
out.
To-day, should a stranger visit tn
little village on the Cape he would Sc
the dismantled hull of the ship, lyinl
in the sand. and, on asking a question
would be told the story that 1 have at
, tempted to tell.
The harbor that received the goo
ship in her hour of peril refused to Civ
her up, the water not being deep enougl
to float her, and there she lies, telling
to the world the story of the daring AM
courageous young girl.
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