The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1893-02-23

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through the howl of the storm like a
knife and turned the numb blood in our
veins to ice, spun round on his heels and
ran madly to the longboat.
We did not stay to ask what it was he
had seen, but we rushed aft in wild,
jostling mob, down slippery deck,
through whose gaping planks-I remem-
bered it afterward-the ghostly water
was playing shoulder high in the dark
in countless white fountains-we hud-
| died the women and babies in and slung
out-'twas all dim confusion and up
roar, screaming and crying and cursing,
and us we in the first boat flung of the
falls and snatched our oars, while yet
those still on board were getting out the
| galley, great sea swept US up for a
minute, right up the steep slope of its
| foam laced sides, we saw the specter
ship, black island, slide down into
great black valley below us and essay
the other slope, and then, with horrible,
sickening sound like sigh, she seemed
| to fail and to cleave that mighty watery
| range--it opened--and right down into
| it, right down into the heart of that
| black bowling mountain of water the
| Golden Verify sailed out Of sight of men
| foreverl
For day and night we rowed in that
open boat through an interminable will
derness of spume and darkness, with the
perpetual thunder of the storm in our
ears, death every moment hanging on
| the singing crests of foam that lowered
| above us on every hand, and no shelter
or food or water for the little ones who
walled and sobbed perpetually, and
crouched with their patient mothers in
an indistinguishable heap in the stern.
On the second morning the wind died
down bit, a thick, sitting sea fog came
rolling out Of the southwark, and just
before it shrouded sea and sky we made
out on the fringe of the haze low, rocky
shore.
We rowed hard; by noon we came up
under shelter of the beach; we landed,
and in the first transport of our delight
knelt and thanked God for our deliver
ance; haggard and cramped and lean,
with the long agony of the slow death
we had passed through in our faces, and
the light OF hunger In our eyes, we knelt
on the sand, and out of our parched
throats and our salt caked lips thanked
the mysterious for our deliverance; aye,
there was not man among us dry eyed
as the little ones we had saved-two
tender boys and q sunny haired lass of
fve-knelt among us, and lifting their
clasped hands to the low gray roof Of
the sky lisped their gratitude with trein-
bling blue lips and cold. small limbs
that shook like aspen leaves in the wind.
Then came the disappointment on our
new hope. We crawled to the summit
Of grassy hillock and listened; every
where was the same dreadful, impen.
etrable veil Of sea fog-worse, from
every hand, on every side, came the
booming Of surf, and in haste we sent
one of our party to see what manner Of
place it was. When, in few minutes.
he came back-terribly long moments to
US, yet all too short, as it proved-we read
in his face what we dared not ask, and
with one common cry of renewed misery
knew that it was barren island we had
landed upon; we had but changed one
sort of death for another.
Then there was none of us who did
not envy those who had gone down with
the Golden Verify, for we soon found
there was neither food nor water on tho
reef. The hungry soil had drunk up all
the rain that had fallen on it, aud neither
above nor below, nor in the cracks of
the rocks was there enough to stay for
minute the horrible husky thirst that
burned within us. There was no food
save delusive thing or two we found
westral on the beach. No rabbits bur-
rowed in that lonely place, no birds set.
tied on it and SO, in grim resignation,
too weak to struggle further, we built
ourselves q shelter out of the boat sail
down by where we had landed, and there
| we huddled hour after hour in patient.
hopeless vacancy.
And overhead the sea mist eddied in
smoky folds and hung like dingy, sod,
den curtain a few yards out at sea, cut.
ting US off from even the faint hope of
passing sail, and the mocking cries of
the unseen seafowl that now and again
Tapped by fell on our listless, unnerved
ears like the voices Of unhappy spirits.
All through the night that followed, and
the next day, and the day after that we
covered in sad, gray huddle under the
boat sail and scarcely stirred, with hun
ger and thirst gnawing at our hearts
and horrible chimeras of plenty and
abundance fitting hectic through our
drowsy brains.
We made no more attempts to see the
confnes Of our island prison--why
should we? But now and then one Of
us would crawl out and wiring a few
drops of tasteless moisture from the
mist laden sail stretched between two
stones, or one of those desperate moth
ers would wander away to the beach to
look for shellfish and to be out of hear.
Ing for time of the pitiful crying Of
her children. And thus we waited for
the end.
When we woke in the gray OF the
third morning we found young Hay.
ward, the steward, sitting among us,
quite dead, as we had left him sitting
alive last night, and Trower was dead
that evening, and Ellis and Warner were
raving. And now the blessing of SLEEP
and forgetfulness went from us one by
one, and all through the dreadful hours
Of darkness we sat and listened to the
rattle of each others parched threats
and the mutterings of their delirium
Some time that night remember Elsie