The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1893-06-01

podVS were all gone, ana knew we We're
doomed so far as rescue was concerned,
but | never let ON to the seaman. 1t
didn't take me long to make the circuit
OF the island, and found something that
gave me an idea, and good one too"
AT this point Mr.. Tokens was again
overcome. He smote himself on the
brow and cursed the memory of the
able seaman who had blighted his life,
A drink, however, restored him, and
he started in again.
Where was l att" he asked.
You had just made 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
a dry gully with his head out to sea.
He was partly buried in the sand washed
up by the gale"
"Was the whale dead" Willie Bloke
inquired.
"Ot course he was. Do you suppose
he would be cruising inland if he wasn't?
He had harpoon in his ribs, which
reckon killed him before the storm threw
him up on the island. Going back to
the seaman and giving him few more
kicks-rapid ones they were-I told him
we We're saved.
How sol? he says.
Ask no questions said l, but turn
to and help He braced up, and we un-
shipped the main topgallant yard from
the wreck. This was a hollow iron sp&r
about 40 feet long with wooden plug
in each end. We pulled the plugs out
and then went to overhauling the cargo.
Luck was with me, and l 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 the sun, and when it got dry
me and the able seaman plated a long
wick to fit the iron spar. Then we rove
it through, with about 10 fathoms to
spare, and planted the spar in the whales
blowhole, with the extra wick floating
around in the spermaceti inside of his
head. reckon the whale had about -
barrels Of fine oil in his brain locker.
We guyed the spar with small wire ca
bles, and then l made the seaman shin
up and touch her off,"
''Did it burn?" the skipper gravely in
quired
"You have seen tar barrel atire,
reckon. Well, that is a tallow dip COM
pared to my lighthouse. She doomed up
like torchlight procession on end. The
able seaman said should have been an
admiral and wanted to kiss my hand,
but | set him to work with q shovel
burying the whale. 1t was hot weather,
and l wanted to keep the oil cool. Bv
working all night we got the whale un.
der cover, caving in the soft sides of the
gully and then banked the base of the
spar with rocks.
SIN the morning concluded to douse
the lamp because it was big waste Of
oil and did no good in daylight. So I
sent the seaman aloft with tin pail to
snuff the wick, but the blooming spar
was so hot he couldn't get more than
half way up. There was nothing to do
but loaf around and let her burn.
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 few into the
flame at night, and the smell of burning
feathers nearly drove us off the islano
anyhow. At last a 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.
"Oh, that's an oil we'll we discovered,
said, giving the able seaman kick.
49," said the captain, "and who owns
the islandp
eve do" 1 said, and SO did the able
seaman before could kick him again.
"Do you want to sell QUIT" he asked.
ITO be sure, if you've got the figure"
/ said.
"How muchP"
"Forty thousand dollars in cash
money"
"Done," said the captain. "Come
aboard the schooner and get the money"
Once more Mr.. Tokens filled up and
was about to founder, but the skipper
rescued him with a pull at the bottle.
Then he fetched sigh that sounded like
the wind whistling through q cemetery
as the wreck of ruined hopes foated out
Of the past.
dad bling his emery picture, but that
able seaman was low and ignorant! He
wasn't rugged for business, but got frothy
all at once and said he wanted a plug Of
eating tobacco to boot on the $40, 200 be-
fore he left the island. You see, he
thought he was smart like me and want,
ed to sail a sharp bargain, but the cap,
tain was pretty close hauled on a 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.
eve backed and filled for two days
with the deal hove to. Then the cap,
tain was about to split the difference
with half 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-