Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1891-04-18
FROsTBURG, Md, SATURDAY, APRIL Is, 1891.
that can yet trust to my native ele-

that l can yet trust to my native ele-
ment"
The captain was astonshed at this
trait in his wife's character, and clasp
ing her in his arms he felt his own soul
swelling with new life.
"Emma," he said, as he gazed more
atfrct,u,",e.y .nau ever INTO her face,
"my heaviest fears are passed. For you
alone have | feared the most; now can
| calmly tell you wherein lies our danger
| This storm has driven us far out of our
course, and twice have we been scud
ding before it, fear that the coast of
| Maine can not be far to the leeward, and
| of that coast l know nothing save what
| | may gather from my chart. For us to
lay to is next to impossible The rising
sea has rendered our staysails useless,
and have been obliged to set the close
reefed maintopsail, but she can not hold
it long"
MY husband" returned Emma,
"though you may know nothing of the
coast of Maine, yet there are but few
spots along her rugged shores that are
not as Fairgrounds to ME. My father
was for years a surveyor of her islands
anil harbors, and was his constant
companion. To me her cliffs and inlets
present nothing that can alarm me-"
Hardly had she ceased speaking when
harp crack like the report of pistol
sounded from aloft followed by tear
ing and crashing that started the cap
tain to his feet.
"The main topsail has gone!" he ex-
claimed, and Immediately he sprang
upon the deck.
Again the ship was put before the
gale, and for several moments Captain
Marshall IS undecided what to do.
While in this quandary he felt hand
laid upon his shoulder, and on turning
he beheld his wife. She had "sou'-
wester" upon her head and peajacket
buttoned closely about her.
"What is the matter, James?" she
said
The husband explained his perplexity.
A strange look OF fearlessness and con-
fidence rested upon that fair woman's
face, and looking for moment at the
compass she said:
"We head due northwest. Station
trusty lookout in the foretop, and let
the ship stand on!"
Captain Marsha felt at that moment
as though an angel had been sent to pilot
him to a haven of rest. Whence arose
the feeling he knew not, but instinct
lively he obeyed. Fearful and loud roared
the mighty storm, on dashed the riven
ship, but all fearless and composed stood
the heroic woman upon the quarter
deck, and the laldy seamen as they
gazed upon her felt that what daunted
not woman should not daunt them.
Land, ho!" came from the foretop.
In three minutes more, as the ship
rose upon the bosom of a giant sea, the
land was made out upon the deck, bear
ing about two points on the lafboard
bow. Emma caught sight of it, and
seizng glass at the next swell she dis
covered a lighthouse upon its summit.
Then she turned her glass over the
starboard beam, and in a moment she
exclaimed
There are the Bantam Lodges The
land on the larboard bow is Seguin, and
beyond l can see Cape Small Point.
James" she continued us she gazed into
her husbands face look all made up
of conscious power, "if you will drop
your foretopsail l will take you into the
Kennebec!"
For moment Captain Marshall
hardly credited Il evidence of his own
senses. but one look into the calm, radi-
ant features of his wife determined him,
and in five minutes the foretopsail was
sheeted home
Emma Marshall seized the spanker
out haul and sprang upon the wheel
house, and as calm as the falling of the
summers dew f, II her orders to the
man at the wheel. The island Seguin
was cleared in safety, the ship bowled
fearlessly by the foam dashed rocks,
and ere long her bows cleft the smoother
waters of the noble Kennebec. All
danger was past. Though the storm
still ragged, yet the old Vincent rode at
anchor, and the ho Wing tempest could
harm her no more. Confidence was re-
stored to the hardy crew.
Emma Marshall descended from her
station and sought her cabin. Her
rough habiliments were thrown aside,
and ere long she reappeared in all
the modesty and beauty of her native
grace. Captain Marshall pressed her
to his bosom, and at that moment the
hardy seamen waved their hats above
their uncovered heads, while a pro-
longed shout of joy and gratitude went
forth from their relieved souls. They
had been saved from the terrible coast
storm, and from the bottom of their
hearts they confessed Emma Marshall
was "A Wife Worth Having. "-[Syl-
vanus Cobb, Jr., in Yankee Blade.
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