The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1891-07-01
FOLLOWING THE SEA.


of '6S,' said Mr.. Swiddler-W William
Swiddler, Of Calaveras-l was at africa,
Peru. have not map by me, and am
not certain that africa is not in Chill, but
it can't make much difference; there was
earthquake all along there.
Sam Baxter was with us; think he
had gone from san Francisco to make
railway or something. On the morning
of the quake, sam and had gone down
to the beach to bathe. We had shed our
boots and began to moult, when there
was slight tremor of the earth, as if the
elephant who supports it was pushing
upward. or lying down and getting up
again. Next, the surges, which were
fiattening themselves upon the sand and
dragging away such trifles as they could
lay hold of, began racing out seaward, as
if they had received dispatch that some
body was not expected to live This was
needless. for we did not expect to live.
When the sea had receded entirely out
of sight we started after it, for, it will
be remembered, we had come to bathe,
and bathing without some kind Of water
is not retrc"lliug i'll hot climate.
For the first four or five miles the
walking >ytss very difficult, although the
grade was tolerably steep. The ground
was soft: there were tangled forests of
seaweed. Old rotten ships, rusty anchors
human skeletons and multitude of
things to impede the pedestrian. The
foundering sharks bit our legs as we
toiled past them, and we were constantly
slipping down upon the fiat fish strewn
about like orange peel ON sidewalk
Sam, too, had stuffed his shirt front with
such a weight Of doubloons from the
wreck of an old galleon that had to
help him across all the worst places. 1t
was very dispiriting.
Presently, away on the western hori-
zon, SAW the sea coming back. 1t oc-
Cured to ICE then that it did not wish it
to come back. A tidal wave is nearly
always wet, and was now good way
from home, with no means of making
fire.
The mt was true of Sam, but he did
not appear to think OF it in that way.
He stood quite still moment with his
eyes fixed on the advancing line OF
water; thea turned to me, saying very
earnestly:
"1ell you what, William, ] never
wanted ship 50 bad from the cradle to
the gravel would give more for a
ship--more than for all the railways and
turnpiies you could scare up I'd give
more than hundred, thousand, million
dollars! would-rd give all I'm worth
for just--one-lit -little-ship!
To show how lightly he could part
with his wealth, he lifted his shirt out
Of his trousers, unbosoming himself of
his doubl0ons, which tumbled about his
feet. golden storm.
By this time the tidal wave was close
upon us. Call that wave! 1t was one
solid green wall of water, higher than
Niagara Falls, stretching as far as we
could see to right and left, without a
break in its towering 'front.' 1t was by
no meaus clear what we ought to do.
The moving wall showed no projections
climber could hope to reach the top
There was no ivy: there were no window
lodges. Stay!--there was the lightning
rod! No there wasn't any lightning
rod. OF course not
Looking despairingly upward, made
a tolerably good beginning at thinking of
all the mean actions | had wrought in
the flesh, when saw projecting beyond
the crest of the wave ships bowsp1it,
with man sitting on it reading news
paperl Thank fortune, we were saved
Falling upon our knees with fearful
gratitude, we got up again and ran-ran
as fast as we could, | suspect; for now
the whole forepart of the ship budged
through the water just above our heads,
and might lose its balance any moment
If we had only brought along our um-
brellas!
shouted to the man on the bowsprit
to drop us a line. He merely replied
that his correspondence was already
very onerous, and he hadn't any pen and
ink
Then [ told him | wanted to get
aboard. He said | would find one on
the beach, about three leagues to the
south'ard. where the Nancy Tucker went
ashore.
At these replies | was disheartened
1t was not so much that the man with
held assistance as that he made nuns.
Presently, however, he folded his news
paper, put it carefully away in his pock-
ct, went and got line and let it down
to us just as we were about to give up
the race. Sam made lunge at it and
got it.
laid hold of his legs, the end of the
rope was passed about the capstan, and
as soon as tie men on board had had a
little grog we were hauled up. can as
sure you that i =, no fine experience
to go up IN that gsay. close to the smooth,
vertical front of water, with the whales
tum mbling out all round and above us
and the sword fishes nosing us pointedly
with vulgar curiosity.
We had no sooner set foot on deck.