The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1893-06-11

able seaman who had blighted his life.
a drink, however, restored him, and
be started In again.
where was l at% he asked.
"You had inst made a discovery, :"
replied the club, deeply interested.
about 100 yards from the wreck and
close to the beach stumbled on to a
sperm whale aground on his stomach in
q dry gully with bis head out to sea.
He was partly buried in the sand washed
up by the gale"
'Was the whale deadY' Willie Bloke
inquired.
''Of course he was. Do you suppose
he would be cruising inland If be wasn'tf
he had harpoon in his ribs, which
reckon killed him before the storm threw
him up on tho island. Going back to
the seaman and giving him few more
kicks-rapid ores they were--I told him
we were saved.
How soT he says
"'Ask no questions said /, but turn
to and help He braced up, and we un-
shipped the main topgallant yard from
the wreck. This was hollow iron spar
about 40 feet long with wooden plug
In each end. We pulled the plugs out
and then went to overhaubng the cargo.
Luck was with me, and / soon found
what wanted. This was lot of bales
of loose cotton packing in long strands
the size of mans thumb. We stretched
this out in tho sun, and when 1t got dry
me and the able seaman plated long
wick to fit the iron spar. Then we rove
1t through, with about 10 fathoms to
spare, and planted the spar in the whales
blowhole, with the extra wick floating
around in tho spermaceti inside of his
head. reckon the whale had about 20
barrels Of fine oil In his brain locker
We guyed tho spar with small wire ca
bles, and then l made the seaman shin
up and touch her off,"
"Did 1t burn?' the skipper gravely in
quired
"You have seen tar barrel afire, l
reckon. Well, that is q tallow dip com
pared to my lighthouse. She doomed up
like a torchlight procession on end. The
able seaman said / should have been an
admiral and wanted to hiss my hand,
but / SGT him TO work with shovel
burying the whale. 1t was hot weather,
and wanted to keep the oil cool. Bv
working all night we got the whale I'M
der cover, caving in tho soft sides Of tho
gully and then banked the base of the
spar with rocks.
I'm the morning concluded to douse
the lamp because it was big waste of
oil and did no good in daylight. So l
sent the seaman aloft with O tin pail tc
snuff the wick, but the blooming spar
was 80 hot he couldn't get more than
half way up. There was nothing to do
but loaf around and let her burn.
"For nearly three weeks she blazed,
lighting up the sea for miles around.
The light attracted birds of all kinds, but
no ships 1t kept us busy daytimes drag.
ging away the fowls that flew into the
fame at night, and the smell of burning
feathers nearly drove us off the island
anyhow. AT last trading schooner
raised our beacon light, put in, and we
were saved. The captain was struck
with my lighthouse and wanted to know
how kept her going.
sob, that's an oil well we discovered
said, giving the able seaman a kick.
80" said the captain, ''and who owns
The fsIandY'
eve do" said, and SO did the able
seaman before could kick hirr again.
"Do you want to sell out?" he asked.
"To be sure, if you've got the figure"
said.
GLOW muchP"
'Forty thousand dollars in cash
money"
"Done," said the captain. Come
aboard tho schooner and get the money"
Once more Mr.. Tokens filed up and
was about to founder, but the skipper
rescued him with a pull at the bottle.
Then he fetched q sigh that sounded like
the wind whistling through a cemetery
as the wreck of ruined hopes foated out
of the past.
dad bling his onery picture, but that
able seaman was low and ignorantl He
wasn't rugged for business, but got frothy
all at once and said he wanted plug Of
eating tobacco TO boot on the $4o, 900 be-
fore he left the island. You see, he
thought he was smart like me and want
ed to sail sharp bargain, but the cap
tain was pretty close hauled on deal
himself. kicked the seaman some more
and promised him two plugs when we
got to San Francisco, but he said he was
no flying fish, and that wealth would
make me proud and naughty.
1--WE backed and filed for two days
with the deal hove to. Then the cap
tain was about to split the difference
with half a plug when the whale went
dry, the wick fell in, and was left on
my beam ends. Holy smoke, but that
captain got mad! He threatened TO
leave us on the island, but the idiot sea-
man begged so hard the old man Gained
down again and allowed us to work our
passage home. But we might have
owned the schooner"
At this point in his narrative Mr..
Tokens lurched heavily, his sail came
down with run, and he threatened to
roll his spar deck under. But the skip
per and Mr.. Skate took charge of the
derelict and made rough passage home
in water front ack.-Charles Dryden
in San Francisco Examiner.