Southwest-sentinel. [volume] (Silver City, N.M.) 1883-189?, 1893-10-24
DEATH f.
PlTlLEss WORK OF II
WIND AND


''Thore Shall Be NO More
And there was no moro
xxi, /.
What a strange mystery
Sometimes it holds your
tenderlya as "a motherholds
you wonder that the cha
can be brought agair
times it is like an angry
tyrant's power and uses
1t is a marvellous sigh
thrilling magniGcence W
blood tingle, to stand or
such time and watch tn
umns of white capped ror
selves to pieces on the 50
mind you Of Napoleon's
loo, which had wande-
with victorious banner.
of no force which could
ress, but suddenly found it.
face with its master, and then,
controlled madness, threw itself t.
as well as to defeat. The huge arr.
white capped monarchs, thinking thu
selves inyincible, attack the shore viii.
ferocious energy and pound themselves
to spray. The heart beats wildly as this
great battle between sea and land fills
the air with thunder, and poet and
painter come from far to witness the
conflict and describe its glories with pen
and brush.
But how cruel the ocean can be when
! it catches our craft at a disadvantage
Wind and waves in unholy alliance,
! compact of death, make the worlds
check blanch with horror as the work of
destruction goes on. These twin giants
seem to be moved by common hatred
of whatever floats, and as though every
vessel was an intruder on their domain
tear it to pieces and doom it to disaster.
The sails are cut into tatters, their masts
are torn away as though the rigging
were made of pack thread and the huge
hull is either sent to the bottom or
thrown high ON the beach in disdain.
The sun in very pity creeps behind the
yelling clouds for awhile, and when it
shines again. after the waves have sub
sided and the tempest has spent itself,
the coast is strewn with wrecks and
many bravo sailor lies with upturned
face on tho sands.
That was sad news which flashed over
the wires one Thursday morning. Ono
story followed on the heels of another
until disaster seemed to be multiplied
by itself, and each account was moro
pitiful than the last. a fisherman out
rode the gallo for awhile and then went
down with all hands; sturdy freighteF
off Hatterns was dismasted, sprang q
leak and sank, leaving only one sur
vivor to tell tho tale; scores Of lesser
craft were torn from their anchorage,
and tho Jersey shore was literally stown
with wreckage. Other vessels which
had managed to outlive the hurricane
were towed into harbor, either the cap
tain or part of the crew missing.
The book Of Revelation tells us that
in that other country from whose bourne
no traveller returns ''there shall be no
more sea" and ON this Sunday morning
we breathe a sigh Of relief over the
statement We can dispense with its
magnifcence if we may be rid of its
dangers. 1t has devoured millions OF
property and is the most populous Gem
etery on the planet. When the sea gives
up its dead, a countless multitude of the
. lost viii reappear.
: But we are specially impressed will
the lesson which the great storm empha
sizes-namely, tho uncertainty of life
On the ocean the unexpected happen;
, more frequently than elsewhere. At one
moment a cloudless sky and a musical
) ripple along the-vessel's side. The long
{ roll lifts the craft, which lazily yields tC
/ the rhythmic motion Of the waters. But
danger is in ambush, and after a littlC
; the puff of wind grows stronger, the long
roll is plumed with a white crest, the
. tempest sounds its trumpet, and the rig
! ging, like the strings Of an @olian harp
emits q mournful note like that of &
! dirge. In another half hour the whole
artillery Of nature is at work, the moan
ing vessel Is thrown on her beam ends
and creaks and groans as though crying
. for mercy. In another hour there i
nothing visible except some struggling
4 sailor clinging to a spar.
= However, death has many ways oi
) achieving its purpose. Not on the sei
! alone, but on the land, it does its daily
I stint and it behooves ms TO remember
! that sooner OF later it will have some
, thing to say to us. "All men may die
Z but shall live" is the dream Of heed
4 lessness. "All men must die, ant
} therefore l." is the fact that is to b,
recognized and prepared for.
But we can become indifferent even Il
this "last enemy" 1t is not tho glun
a indifference Of desperate despair, but th
+ cheerful indifference of perfect faith
b If we have no place to go to, it is harl
to contemplate our exit But if there
r a better place, q residence in which vii
be added happiness, we may even shalK
b hands with Death, tell him that on
latchstring is always out and he will b
welcome whenever he sees fit to come
It is the fear Of taking leap in tho odar
q that bids us pause. But If we are sur
y Of taking leap into the light we ca
% easily let go our hold on this rugged III
q and drop into the life to come. The Sc
d may rage as it pleases if our next port {
d entry is heaven, and lurking accident
and diseases may come out OF their his
ing places into the open, for at tho wor'
they can only do us a good turn by opeI
a ing the door of larger and better hons
70 10 live in.-New York Herald.