Arizona silver belt., 1894-01-27
THE LOST YY0NNE.

Steamer King Philip, Br,, Mcdowell. Liver. pool, mdse and @ cabin passengers, arrived at r. m. yesterday. Fine weather, with moder- ate westerly winds throughout passage, Re. pOrts picked up sixth day ont canvas covered canoe YyonDe built by Higgins X Co., Boston, Found a "swcatern and silver Waltham watch, No. e,26g ,lal, fin NF0nuc Owner supposed lost.
 This is an extract from the shipping news published by Boston paper one morning last August. My attention was called to it by a young man who sat be- side mo on q train coming into town from Riverside. He put his thumb on the place and handed me the paper with an excited gesture,
 My canoe--my watch--my sweater" he said Been afloat three weeks today. must go down to the King Philip and claim my property
 "Floated away by rising tide from some place where you had drawn the canoe up, l suppose, said l.
 "No. Haven't you heard how lost my canoe2 I've told so many people about it that 1 thought everybody in West Newton knew. But was forget ting; you're almost stranger there, Well, the Yyouue wsls blown out to sea and with her"
 "You don't say so, How did you man age to get ashore without herr
 That's the story. I'll tell you ali about it. There's time enough before wc got to Boston,
 "Three weeks ago today got into tie Yyonne at Kennebunkport and padded out beyond the pier to sea. The weather was fine and the sen calm. There wasn't a curl on the water; nothing but the long ocean swell, Still didn't feel quite comfortable out there. Were you ever at Sea in canoey No?
 Well, perhaps you can imagine how the size of the water affected me had never before been out in a canoe on any thing wider than the Charles between Riverside and Waltham. It wasn't that I felt in danger of capsizing or being un- able to get back to land, but an oppres- sive sense of the enormous spread of the sea grew on me as I knelt in my cookie shell away ont there, with my head only three feet or so from the pillows.
 "There was no island on the ofing- nothing but sea and sky and gulls. ex- cept the red canoe of a young English man named Albert Edward Jones, who had gone out from Kennebunkport half an hour or so before did.
 We called him Wales Jones, and must say that more unsociable chap never came across than he seemed. suspect now that nothing worse than shyness was the matter with him.
 "All day long he was padding, gen orally out at sea, and certainly he was a | wonderful hand in canoe.
 "Often he would stay out in a wind that sent bigger surf ashore than most of the bathers liked, and in he would come, fairly sliding along on the crest of some curling wave that would welter around his canoe near the pier SO that you'd be sure he must go down before reaching quiet water in the river.
 II thought him foolhardy. though l could appreciate his great skill with the paddle. Most of the summer people re- garded him as demented to run such risks.
 Well, it was the wish to practice on big water and the hope to pick up some of Wales knack that took me out into the open that day. l said to myself, I'll go out first in calm, and afterward in a gentle breeze, and after that in one not quite so gentle, and if don't get drowned I'll gradually learn how to manage a canoe like Wales?
 But the sea is treacherous. You don't catch me fooling with it any more on the calculation that it will stay just SO.
 "As l withstood my nervous feeling il nearly disappeared, and l padded ont perhaps a mile The weather was per fectly clear. There was just breath of air from the south at first. This died away after awhile. The afternoon sun beat fiercely down, and yet sat so close to the cool water that was not uncom- fortably hot,
 ''I was padding in trunks. with my well tanned arms and shins bare. My sweater and my watch were ill the stern, for knelt before the second thwart.
 Instead of coming toward me, as any American fellow would have done on seeing me, Wales stood farther out, and Icould barely make out the gleam of his red canoe through the heat spirals and faint mist that cling close to tho sea on a hot, calm day. When I became con vinced that he either didn't see me or wouldn't come in for chat, began to think of turning back to shore,
 "In fact l did turn, but still had plenty of daylight ahead of me. The shore seemed not more than mile away, and 1 just sat there without padding and let her swing on the pillows.
 ~ suppose I must have fallen into a sort of dream. Though did iiot sleep nor close my eyes, ] wasn't taking notice of anything. How long this lasted can't say, but was suddenly reused by faint shout from seawarl At that l turned to see Wales Jones coming i. at great pace.
 His double Dladed paddle was going like the arms of an old fashioned wind mill He was within aqnarter of mile pr so'of me, and could make out that he down on one knee, with the other leg thrust out in front of him--his fa- vorite attitude for putting on all steam T gotit into my head that he was hit