Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1893-09-29
DEATH IN THE STORM.
PitiIess Work OF the Giant Twins. Wind and
Wave.

ANA tnere was no more sea- -neyelstion
Sxi, /.
What n strange mystery the ocean is!
bometimcs it holds your little craft as
| tenderly a. mot ser holds her child, and
you wonder that the charge of caprice
ran be brought against it. AT other
| times it is like an angry ogre who has a
| tyTant's power and uses il like a tyrant.
1t is marvellous sight, a spectacle OF
| thrilling magnifcence which makes the
| blood tingle, to stand on the beach ut
| such a time and watch the serried col
umns Of white capped rollers dash them
selves TO pieces on the sands. They re-
mind you Of Napoleon's army at Water
loo, which had wandered over Europe
with victorious banners, which dreamed
Of no force which could resist its prog
ress, but suddenly found itself face TO
face with it's master, and then, with un-
controlled madness, threw itself to death
as we'll as to defeat. The huge array of
white capped monarchs. thinking them
selves invincible, attack the shore with
ferocious energy and pound themselves
10 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
IL catches our craft at disadvantage!
Wind and waves In unholy alliance, a
compact Of death, make the worlds
cheek blanch with horror as the work Of
destruction goes on. These twin giants
seem 10 be moved by a common hatred
of whatever floats, and as though every
vessel was an intruder OH their domain
tear it 10 pieces and doom 1t 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 ir
shines again, after the waves have sub
sided and the tempest has spent itself,
the coast Is strewn with wrecks and
many brave sailor lies with upturned
face on the sands.
That was sad news which flashed over
the wires one Thursday morning. One
story followed on the heels of another
until disaster seemed TO be multiplied
by itself. and each account was more
pitiful than tho last. A fisherman out
rode the gale for awhile and then went
down with all hands; sturdy freighter
off Hatteras was dismssted, sprang a
leak and sank, leaving only one sur
vivor TO tell the tale; scores of lesser
craft were torn from their anchorage,
and the Jersey shore was literally stewn
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
If we may be rid Of its
dangers. Ii has devoured millions of
property and is the most populous Gem
etery on the planet. When the sea gives
mp its dead, countless multitude Of the
lost will reappear.
But we are specially impressed with
the lesson which the great storm empha-
the uncertainty of life.
On the ocean the unexpected happens
more frequently than elsewhere. AT one
moment cloudless sky and musical
ripple along the vessels side. The long
roll lifts the craft, which lazily yields to
the rhythmic motion Of the waters. But
danger is In ambush, and after a little
the puff Of wind grows stronger, the long
roll is plumed with white crest, the
tempest sounds it's trumpet, and the rig
ging, like the strings Of an @olian harp,
emits a mousnful note like that Of
iirge. 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 is
nothing visible except some struggling
sailor clinging to spar.
However, death has many ways of
achieving its purpose. Not on the sea
Alone, but on the land, it does its daily
tint, and 1t behooves us to remember
Ihat sooner or later it will have some
hing to say TO US. "All men may die,
but shall live," is the dream of heed
lessness. "All men must die, and
therefore l." is the fact that Is to be
recognized and prepared for.
But we can become indifferent even to
this last enemy" 1t is not the gluiI
Indifference of desperate despair. but the
sheerful indifference of perfect faith.
II we have no place to go to, 1t Is hard
to contemplate our exit. But if there is
= better place a residence In which will
be added happiness, we may even shake
hands with Death, tell him that our
Iatchstring is always out and he will be
welcome whenever he sees fit to come.
It is the fear Of taking leap in the dark
that bids us pause. But II we are sure
sf taking leap into the light we can
EASILY let go our hold on this rugged life
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