The morning call., 1891-02-19
IN THE BREAKERS.
Philip Calitinado AflOat for Hours
on the Pacific.
No Help Was rendered Him by the Life-saving
Service Station, Which Was in Full
View Of His Capsized Boat.

My God, see that boatl There, there IL
goes overP' exclaimed pedestrian who had
reached high elevation on the sand dunes
midway between the Cliff House and the
Ocean House yesterday morning.
He saw in the breakers, about half-mile
distant, fisherman's smack thrown into the
trough OF the sea, then carried on with great
headway, while the occupant was making
frantic efforts to control the sail, until the
craft was struck by heavy surge which
capsized it.
Then all was silent Nothing more was
seen OF The lonely fisherman, and while the
surges rolled i'll toward the shore and were
broken into white caps it Sc med that the
waves fairly gloated over the victory.
All that could be seen of the once hand
some smack was its upturned bottom and
nothing else, so far as the unaided eye could
discover, gave hope that life had not been
sacrificed.
The occupant of the ill-fated craft was
Philip Calitinado, an Italian crao-fsher,
and his smack bore the number AT on its
side.
NO HELP FROM THE STATION.
The time that the pedestrian first noticed
the boat overturn was at IL o'clock. To
more than half mile distant was the
United States Life-saving Station, which
was in full view of the submerged smack.
Farther north could be plainly seen the
Cliff House and Seal Rocks, as not even the
hneSt mist or most ethereal fog dispelled
the brilliant sun rays as they pelted down
on the shining hull. and still there was no
movement on the part of the Lfe-saving
Station to determine the fate of the fisher.
An hour passed; even the distant witness
to the catastrophe had disappeared, and no
one yentured forth on the errand of mercy,
though several similar craft had passed
In easy sight of the place. The only change
IN the situation was that the hull had drawn
q few hundred feet closer TO the Life-saving
Station.
At o'clock, just two hours after the frail
craft had trembled and strained, and then
given to the infiuite force of the ocean wave,
conglomerate mass of nets. oars, beams,
short masts and loose timber was thrown
up on the beach, and from that mass
crawled forth human form.
CAST UP ON THE BEACH.
By lucky juggling of the waves this
1etsam had been SO interviewer with the
netting as to form good support, and the
fisherman found 1t very servieeabIe during
his two hours in brine and foam. AS soon
as Philip Calitlnado had warmed himself in
the hot sand and dried his clothes. he insti-
tuted tour of investigation. He saw bis
boat still drawing nearer the shore, and he
was glad.
YET that gladness was embittered by the
thought that that same movement Of the
waves would also cast it with all the
strength of the furies upon the unyielding
shore. He knew that 1t was only matter
OF an hour or so when the boat would be
crushed in the breakers, or that the tide
would turn and bear it out to sea. In either
event be saw his own misfortun and the
only thing to do was to turn it over on its
side and tow it in.
After survey of the dunes he saw in the
distance number of horses in charge of
men, aud he drew near. They were en-
gagged in leveling the dunes, and, on his ex-
planning his mission. they readily consented
to go with and help him. Chains were
taken and attached to the boat by fisher
men, and then the overturned smack was
dragged to the beach by horses. That
Philip Calitinado was saved at all is due 10
the prevalence of food tides.