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to the bulwarks. but soon they were dis
charged through the lee scuppers.
To reef the mainsail we were forced 10
run off before the gale under the single
reefed jib. By the time we had finished
the wind had forced up such a tremendous
sea tina it was impossible to heave her to.
Away we dash on the wings of the storm
throug the muck and flying spray. a
wild sheer to starb0ard, then another to
port, as The enormous seas struck the
schooner astern and nearly preached h er to.
AS day broke we took in the jib, leaving
not sail unfnrled. Since we had begun
scudding she had ceased to take the seas
over the bow, but amidships they broke
fast and furious. 1t was a dry storm in
the matter of rain, but the force of the
wind filed the air with fine spray, which
flew as high as the crOsstrees and cut the
face like knife. making it impossible to
see over a hundred yard ahead. The sea
was dark lead color, as with long. slow
majestic roll it was heaped by the wind
into liquid mountains of foam. The wild
antirs OF the schooner were sickening as
she forged along. She would almost stop
as though climbing mountain, then rap
idly rolling TO right and left as she gained
the summit of huge sea, she steadied her
self and paused for moment as though
affrighted at the yawDing precipice before
her. Like an avalanche she shot forward
and down as the sea astern struck her with
the force of thousand battering rams.
burying her bow to the catheads In the
milky foam at the bottom that came on
deck in all directions-forward, astern, to
right and to left. through the hawse pipes
and over the rail-
The wind began to drop and by 10
O'Clock we were talking of heaving her to.
We passed ship. two schooners and a
four-masted barkentine under the smallest
of canvas, and at IL o'clock, running up
the spanker and ib. we hove her TO and in
mother hour we were beating back against
the after sea unGer full sail to regain the
sealing grounds away to the westward.
Below coupe of men were sewing
"tbe bricklayer's" body In canvas, pre-
paratory to the sea burial. And so with
the storm passed away the ''the brick
layers" soul.
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half gale. and our sailing-master ex-
pected little sleep that night as be paced
up and down the poop. The topsails were
flyirg jib run down and furled. Quite
sea was rolling by this time, occasions ally
breaking over the decks, flooding them
and threatening to smash the boats. At
six bells we were ordered to turn them
over and put on storm-lashipgs. This oc-
cupied US till eight bells, when we were
relieved by the midwatch. ] was the last
to go below, doing so just as the watch on
deck was furling the spanker
Below all were asleep except our green
hand, the bricklayer, who was dying of
consumption. The wildly dancing move
ments of the sea lamp cast pale flicker
ing light through the fo'castle and turned
to golden honey the drops of water on the
yellow oiIskins. In all the corners dark
shadows seemed to come and go, while up
in the eyes OF her. beyond the pail bits, de-
scendiug from deck to deck, where they
seemed to Turk like some dragon at the cav
ern's mouth, it was dark as Erebus. Now
and again the light seemed to penetrate for
a moment as the schooner rolled heavier
than usual, only to recede, leaving IL darker
and bIacker than before. The roar of the
wind whistlipg through the rigging came
to the ear muffied like the distant rumble
of a train crossing trestle or the surf on
the beach, while the loud crash OF the seas
on her weather bow seemed almost to rend
the beams and planking asunder as 1t re-
sounded through the o'castle. The creak'
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ing and grooming o the timbers, stanchions
and bulkheads, as the strain the vessel
was undergoing was felt, served to drown
the groans of the dying man as be tossed
uneasily in his bunk. The working of
the foremost against the deck beams caused
a shower of fiaky powder to fall and sent
another sound mingling with the tumuit-
uous storm. Small cascades of water
streamed from the pail bits from the
fo'castle head above, and, joining issue
with the streams from the wet oilskins,
ran along the floor and disappeared aft
into the main hold.
AT two bells in the middle watch-that
is, in land parlance o'clock in the morn
lng-the order was roared out on the
fo'castle: "All hands on deck and shorten
sail!"
Then the sleepy sailors tumbled oat of
their hunks into their clothes, oilskins ana
sea boots and up on deck Ills when that
orher comes oD cold. clustering nights that
Jack" grimly mutters: "'Who would not
sell farm and go to sea?
1t was on deck that The force of the wind
could be fully APPRECIATED, especially after
leaving the sitting fo'castle. 1t seemed to
stand up against you like wall, making il
almost impossible 10 move on the heavng
decks or to breathe as the fierce gusts came
dashing by. The schooner was hove to un-
der Jb, toresail and mainsail We proceeded
10 ioWeT Tue IOreSall auQ make 1t last. The
night was dark, greatly impeding our la
Dor. Still. though not star or the moon
could pierce the black masses of storm
clouds that obscured the sky as they swept
along before the gale, nature aided US in
measure. A soft light emanated from the
movement OF the ocean. Each mighty sea,
all phOsphorescent and glowing with the
tiny lights of myriads of animalcnle,
threatened to overwhelm US with Geluge
of fire. Higher aud higher. thinner and
thinner the crest grew as il began TO curve
and overtop preparatory to breaking until
with a roar it fell over the bulwarks,
mass of soft. glowing light and of tons
of water which sent the sailors sprawling
in all directions and left in each nook and
Granny little specks of light that gloweG
and trembled till the next sea washed
them away depo sting new ones in their
places. Sometimes several seas following
each other with great rapidity and thun-
dering down on our decks filled them full
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once strong man, but now it was bent by
age and suffering. His face. framed round
by white hair and beard. was a leathery
brown, SO scanned by wrinkles that scarcely
feature was distinguishable. Only the
eyes had any expression, and they cleaned
with the cunning light of insanity.
Straight ahead of him he stared, and
seemed not to hear the voice of the storm.
Suddenly the wind rose into long. wall
ing cry. The old man, reused to life by
the sound started to his feet, crying
wildly: "Who calls mep Who calls Juan
Silva?"
Again the sound was repeated with pro-
longed cadence, and as it reached his ears
the wrinkled face lighted up, the quaver-
ing voice said: "Ah, yesi 1 know, 1
know. 1t is my little one who calls me to
come to her. There she is. my Pepita,
there under the oleander tree by the cot
tage door.
''See. she smiles on me. All, what a
smile it is! Bright as the sun that shines
upon her. / will go to her soon, and then
we will be happy, so happy.
81 see the little cottage with the oleau-
ders flaming round 1t and roses climbing
over the door. The birds sing in the trees.
and over it all the bright warm sun
shines. And there are my hills. my beau
tifu. beloved hills. How high they reach
toward the sky! Gray olive orchards
grow Oh tDelT SlueS anu ViutydTuS GOT the
slopes. / see the youths and maidens at
work among the vines, singing as they
pick the purple punches.
Down there is the town that bends
along the sandy shore. Its white roofs
glisten in the sunlight. Beyond it is the
bay dotted with fishermen's boats that sail
out into the ocean. 1t sparkles and dances.
How blue its waters are! How white its
foam is! There by the cliff they boom and
crash. filing the air with flying spray.
clark! What is that sound? Is it the
pipes? Yes. yes; the villagers are coming
up the path. They come to welcome me
home again. They will dance and sing
under the blue sky of my own dear native
land
Hush! hushl The music is coming
nearer, nearer. They are rounding the
rock. They will soon he here. / must 90
to meet them. Come, Pepita. comet"
A blast of wind rushed fiercely over the
plain. 1t shook tie old house rudely, and
the biting. cold air streamed in at every
crack aud crevice. The old man shud-
dered in the chi Hing dlaught. the light
died out of his eyes. the face fell. and with
chatterlng teeth ho crOuched down in the
corner once more. Again the eyes stared,
and the wind shrieked by unheeded.
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the puffy, busting steamers landing every
few hours. the big mill running day and
night to supply them with Hour 10 carry
away, the streets full Of busy farmers
taking their grain to be ground, their
wives and daughters equally busy spend
ing the money got Tor IL. An! tnen people
lived in lockwood.
But it is not the lockwood of those
days, this humbled. broken-sprited old
town one sees crouching here on the mar
row, uneven strip of ground between the
overhanging bluffs and the banks OF the
now dry river bed. One judges of what
that happy past was only by the ghosts of
it which are met everywhere in the ram
bling, overgrown streets. And speaking
of streets, that heartless river, before it
changed its current, fOrewarned the town
of its coming doom by stealing away the
main thoroughfare, which ran along the
river bank. And now when You drive into
town you look into everybody's back door.
The people, on this account, have fallen
into the habit of sitting ON their back
st0ops, among the rows of milk pans, and
looking out on the weed-groWD Kitchen
gardens, instead of in front. Indeed. it
would call Up too many sad memories. l
fancy, to sit on those deserted and decay
ing front porches and look out at the dry
old river bed, now almost entirely over
grown with willows.
When the street crumbled away it took
some of the buildings too, and left others
standing perilOuSly near the edge. Other
houses have been hustled back to save
them FROM destruction. And SO they stand,
some far out on miniature prnmOntoreS,
others back, clinging TO the bluffs for pro-
lection. A few have climbed clear upon
the lower peaks of the bluffs; but though
they are quite secure, they still have a sad.
detected look, and seemed to gaze down.
ward TO their former resting places, and
to half sigh that they were not left TO their
fates instead of dragging out their miser
able existences thus. "For what" they
seem to say. lis life worth, since the river
left us?"
This irregularity of the houses makes
the one street winding and rambling. 1t
turns sudden corners, and is ever straying
off in some unexpected direction. AT the
bend of one Of these loops stands poor.
old grayish white building. with its door
half open and its window panes smashed
and lost. 1t has belfry with a bit of rot
ten old rope hanging 10 it still that tells
us there must once have been a bell there.
This is the ghost of the schoolhouse.
What need Of bell now! for there are no
children to hear it should it ring. And
how startling would it sound in the streets
of this graveyard town!
One shoulders as he looks in at the half
opened door and sees the tumble-down
desks and tables, and almost imagines he
can hear the faint, gnOst-like echo of the
voices OF children.
The old square "hotel" is one of the iso-
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lated buildings standing quite alone on a
narrow cape. The sign still creaks in the
wind before the entrance. but all the let
teriDg is quite obliterated now. 1t makes
no difference, however. for traveller never
stops here. There is a legend. | believe,
that once solitary peddler did seek lodg G.
ings here. and that the bent old innkeeper
reused from his pipe moment to stare at
him wonderingly and then sank back again
and sadly shook his head, telling him they
could not keep him; it had been so long
since they had had a guest that they had
nothing now to give one.
The saddest of all these sad spirits of
the past is the poor old mill. 1t is built of
solid stone, and tried for so many years to
keep up brave face, seeming to encour-
age its companions as they crumbled away
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one by one. saying: keep up heart,
keep up heart. See, can see over there
beyond the island. The river is still there,
anil it will turn again soon and come back
to us. 1t will come soon. perhaps to-
morrow, who knows? cheer up"
hearted old veteran mill. and you. too.
had 10 give I'D at last. Yoar roof and
wall, TOO. are covered with moss, and
your tall chimney. once so stately and
graceful. is crumblng away. But never
mind, dear old mill, your days OF useful
ness are not past; for see, to how many
hundreds of swallows you give nesting
place. Instead of SMOKE from your Chin
ney the pretty birds ascend to the sky
and who can say that this sound of sing
ing, twittering ard chirping is not better
music than the hum of busy wheels?
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ON A RIVER-BOAT.
Pen Picture of the Passengers Seen
on the Craft.

[By Rebekah C. James. aged 10; address,
1896 Valencia street, city.l
Recently / started on a trip to Sacra-
mento by the water route. and upon arriv-
ing at the wharf found six of my fellow
creatures bound on the same journey.
The most important among us was
bishop. who. judging from appearances.
was about 4S years old, but whose lower
jaw showed that his oldest priest was
under his thumb. On his little finger he
wore the episcopal seal, which seal, no
doubt, he wore also upon his heart. His
step was firm, while his cold gray eye
seemed TO pierce one through and through.
We had doctor IN our company. Not a
jolly doctor OF the olden time, dressed in
black, with high silk hat much the worse
for wear. but severe female. who wore a
dress of the darkest gray and a hat that
might have been her grandmotner's. Her
hair was drawn tightly back under her hat,
while to make her expression more impos-
ing her eyebrows were constantly lifted.
| In fact, she belonged to one of those types
who constantly look down their noses.
but still manage to survey everything
| about them.
An apotnecary was with US. He was a
neat little man, as we'll as very pleasant.
| In his suit of black with his fashionable
tie he was the very picture of the trim
| little Scent-botrles with a bow around
each of their necks standing In row on
| his wel-dusted shelves. He was an excel
| lent advertiser for his wares. When he
nulled out his sn0w-white handkerchief.
| perceived every sweet odor from Florida
| water to Cashmere soap; and when he gave
me his card the air was full of every smell
| from carbolc acid to castoria. He had a
| large heart for such little body, and tried
in vain to make friends with the stately
doctor. who looked On the little chemist as
if he were one of her instruments and
nothing more.
city by the heat and dust. Her dress was
of the latest style. Numerous wings and
| frills adorned her shoulders. l noticed
that these frills gradually faded into moth
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ground rolled into the north; for miles
and miles it rolled to the east and to the
south, but in the west 1t sloped gently into
a range Of low hills.
The hills, too, were shrouded in white.
Cold and silent, as II carved from marble,
they lay. The dazzling waste was dark
ened by shadows that filled the hollows,
while against the sky the dips and spurs
were sharply defined. One peak rose high
above all the others. Up. up 1t lowered,
its steep sides showing here and there a
dark, wind-swept ridge. but not a tree
cast its shadow down. Above the whole
scene, high up the sky, the moon rode,
looking down on the frozen earth. Her
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pale white light filled the air with q crys-
talline glitter that addeG to the cold.
Still the wind clustered and ragged across
the prairie, and cut around the corners of
the house with a shrill whistle, pouring its
cold breath in at every crack. The rooms,
except those in which great fires fought
hack the frosty enemy, we're icy In tenn
peraturs. Especially was it so in old
Juan's room, where cracked stove poured
ous much smoke and little heat. The old
man crouched in corner, trying to keep
himself warm by wrapping around him
tattered blanket. The form was that of a
The morning call., 1893-11-12
FIRST-PRIZE WINNER.
story Of Typhoon Off the Coast of
Japan.
Reynolds,

10y 1onn London, age II. Address. 1921
AweutS-second avenue. Oakland.l
was Tour bells in the morning watch.
we bao Just finished breakfast when the
oroer came forward for the watch on deck
to stand by to heave her to and all hands
stand by the boats.
Port! nard pOrtw cried our sailing
master. "Clew up the topsails! Let the
flying jib run down. Back the iib over to
windward and run down the foresaiIp,
and so was our schooner Sophia Sntber-
land hove TO off the japan coast. near lana
Jerimo, on April 10. 1898.
Then came moments of hustle and cor.
fuslons There were eighteen men to man
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The wind. cold and raw, rushed down
from the north and swept across the bleak
praries. 1t seized the snow that blanketed
all the earth and. whirling it round and
round, sent the white wreaths high into
the air. Then. driving on with angry
force, it laid bare the frozen earth, and
here and there heaped up drifts of the
sparkling crystals. On and on it rushed
in its boisterOus career, and roaring round
the old poorhouse ratified its doors and
windows In noisy wrath.
The pOorh0use stood all alone on the
prairie, buried half way to the caves in
snow. Long. slender icicles hung down
from the roof and thick coats of frost
painting covered the windows. Around it
on every side the plain stretched away.
Not tree. not u fence varied the monot-
Ony: IL was broken only by the roofs OF
some farmhouses that could be dimly
seen through the flying snow about a mile
away. For miles and miles the level
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THIRD-PRIZE WINNER.
Ghosts Came When the Great River
Wandered Away.

BY Beatrice REYNOLDS. aged 10; address 2017
Lincoln street. Berkeley.
There Is no thing left in lockwood now
but memories and MOSES. 1t was thriv-
ing town once, in those good old days
"before tile river left u.s." so all the old
inhabitants will tell you. One wouldn' t
think the sluggish. drowsy old Mississi ppi
could be SO tickle. But how it does
coquette in its slow, dignified way with the
settlements along its banks. Why, for
years and wears, almost as far back as the
very Oldest inhabitant can remember, the
big, deep, muddy current flowed placidly
along ION this side of the island" And
what days those must have beenl With
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Grim was the neutrality-suspicious., boding.
weird; the Stygian darkness that brooded
modify over scene Of CHASTITY horror; q
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SECOND-PRIZE WINNER.
Juan SiIva's Dream of His Vine-
Covered Home.

by Jessie A. Ryan, age 10; address, Leland
Stanford Jr. University
The morning call., 1893-11-12
TERRORS OF A NIGHT.
Story of a Dream as Told by the
Dreamer.

by Jessie Lynne Gordon, age 10; address,
912 Taylor street, City.]
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OUT-OF-DOOR PICTURE.
Sketch of Persons Met on Suburban
StreetCar.

lBy Ida A. Alexander, age 81; address
Ocean Vlew.l
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by Rebekah C. James. aged 10; address
1896 Valencia street, city.l
The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1893-10-26
A Prediction by Beliamy.

From the New Nation.
Mr.. Cleveland has furnished two distinct
and adequate grounds of impeachment,
on account Of breach of his oath of office
TO carry out the laws. One count relates
TO his open and admitted failure to buy
four aud half million ounces of silver
per month as required by law. The other
count relates TO his failure to take the
first step TO carry out the Geary Chinese
law. which should have been enforced
since July 1.
Mind we'll. these charges are not based
upon any assumption of the righteousness
ot these laws. But they are laws. and the
president is sworn TO carry them out
whether he likes them or not. and he has
not done SO. II this sort of thing is going
TO be tolerated, we might as well discon-
tinue congress for good and all. and send
TO Russia for a ear.
weSenture a prediction: II President
Cleveland does not change his course he
will be impeached before he gets through
his term o. Office. aud the house of repre-
scntatiyes elected in 1894 will do it.
The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1893-10-26
THREE MORE INDICTMENTS,

The Sheriff of Fiathead County Charged
with Swearing TO False Accounts.
Special Dispatch TO the Standard
KALIsPEL, Oct. 25.-Something of n sem
sation was created hero this morning
when tho grand jury brought in three
more indictment against Sheriff Gangner.
The public was prepared for the news,
however, and Judge Dubose, I'm charging
the grand jury, called attention to the
rumors regarding the sheriff's Office. One
indictment alleges that the sheriff
rendered and swore to q false board
account for feeding prisoners. The other
two allege that the sheriff swore 10 the
performance of certain service which evil
dencc adduced In the grand jury room
shows was never performed, one account
being the expense of trip from kalispel
10 Havre. amounting TO S32 which it is
claimed was not made, and another item
being the expense OF serving a warrant
amounting to S3s. The grand jury find
that no such warrant was ever issued.
Judge Dubose fixed his bail at 81 800 on
each Indictment, which Gangcnr fur
nishod. making bonds of 5000 the sheriff
has had to give, there being another in-
dictment for embezzlcment which was re-
turned last week.
The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1893-10-26

cabling to Rio Janeiro for all the facts ID
the case. He received reply from Ad.
miral Stanton stating that this ofiicer had
saluted the flag of Admiral Mello. com.
manding the insurgent feet. The salute
was unauthorized by any instructions the
admiral had received. II was an un.
friendly act toward friendly power. and
the secretary Of the navy, after consult
ing with the president and secretary OF
state. issued an order detaching Admiral
Stanton from the command of his squad.
ron and turning II over to Captain Pick.
ing, the next officer in rank.
Secretary Herbert expressed surprise
that an officer Of Admiral Stanton's exc
perience and standing should commit
such n blunder, and his prompt action 10
taken with the purpose of announcing to
tho world that the United States governs
ment has taken no steps to refuse recog-
milton to the legally constituted Brazilian
government.