Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1895-04-06

ucTS. OpyBlaSSSS lOOk SCaWaEu, inc ueu
behind them both fearing and hoping to
catch glimpse through the clouds of
fog of some telltale object far ont in tho
terrible breakers of tho terrible Sands.
Suddenly watcher cries, II sec ship
on Goodwinw
"Whero? Whero?" shout half dozen
at once, and raising their glasses they
can see nothing. 1t was only glimpse
tho man had, and the others try to con-
vince him that he is mistaken. "I am
as sure of it as stand here," he says
positively.
well, il you saw her once, and are
certain Of it, once is as good as 80
times" So speaks the coxswain Of the
surf crew and calls out along the piers:
"a vessel ON the Goodwin! Lifeboat,
lifeboat!"
As the men throw down their work
on tho pier the harbor master rushes
after them and says that there have
been no signals nor alarm guns, and the
outlook must be mistaken. But the life
boat has been launched, the tug has
passed her cable, and before tho mas
ter can interfere the Jealous boatmen
are of. Reaching the line Of the light.
ships outside the harbor, they find
high WIND blowing offshore, with heavy
squalls OF snow; also that the men, on
the lightships all along the dangerous
Sands have been firing guns since day
light and sending up signals for wreck
ON the southeast spit of the Sands. The
tug and lifeboat push on through the
terrible seas running over the Sands
and soon discover the wreck settled up
on them, her mizzenmast gone and the
surf breaking over her from stem to
stern as high as her foreyard. There are
no sailors to be seen lashed to the rig
ging, and SO great is the rush OF water
over the cabins and decks that the life
boat men think it doubtful il any of
the crew remain ON board. Nevertheless
they resolve to make search. The tug
tows the lifeboat off to q distance SO
\ that she can run in On the leo quarter
I Of the wreck, and with everything
moment the craft gets near the sunken
ship, the brave fellows plunge through
the sea, driven by foresail and the
| powerful current What awful chances
they are taking ON the bare possibility
| of saving lifel The boat sails with q
| speed that means destruction if she
strikes the solid wreck. Watching their
distance, the boatmen heave the anchor
and lower sail, but onward their frail
bark flies. Suddenly the man in the
bow cries: '-Up with your helml Up
with it hardi Sheer off Sheer off p
Swiftly, bnt only Just in time, the boat
answers and bears away from the wreck.
1t is close call, for the broken mizZen-
mast is projecting ut right angles with
the sunken hull and, covered with wa
ter, lies liz tho pathway of the lifeboat.
Fortunate it is that it is daylight, for
in the NIGHT the outlook could not see
it, and the boat would surely be lost.
As it is sho gets into bad tangle in
the wrecliage, but finally swings clear
of it by the aid of the current and
fetches ny astern of the ship.
On looking up the life savers can see
three men and boy crouching under
the shelter of tho dcckhouse, exhausted
with wet and cold SO as to be complete
ly helpless. For hours they have waited,
listeningt 10 tho sullen boom of the alarm
guns from tho light vessels, but have
given up all hope that those sounds
mean salvation for them, when sudden
ly the dfeboat, with its choery, wide
awake CROW. glidcs up almost within
reach. Ii is their reprieve from hOrri-
bio fate, and the blood once moro courses
warm tiipough their veins. A line with
life buoy attached is tossed from the
wreck to the boat, and tho life savers
haul their craft by the taut line toward
the vessel. But the tide must still be
reckoned 1ith, and even strong pull
and long pull and pull altogether
barely moves the boat foot. Then with
out an in6tant's warming tremendous
sea PUSHES over tho ship and over the
boat, tearing out tho very timber head
to which tho hauling line is attached,
Knocking down several of tho crew and
burying the boat for o moment under O
flood OF water. Far out from tho wrecl
sho lifts again, hold by tho stout anchor
cable, and the men spring to their feet
"Aro all thers?" shouts the coxswnin
"All right, all right!' cry tho men il
achorus. "Thank God! Now at 1t again
my men"
The anchor cablo is tho only salvation
for boat or cnsw or tho sliipwrecket
men. Back nnd forth tho stanch Graf
rides within sight, within reach it may
be. But it is useless to attempt to hau
her nearer to the wreck, and tho cap
tain, to mako an example for the twa
aud ha calisI 1,,,xy hn Lao
comrades in peril, boldly springs ou
from tho lee OF the deckhouse. strips of
his oilskin coat and slides down tn
hawser that held tho boat into the boil
ing sea. In an instant he is torn from
the rope, but no tries to swim to tn
boAt. 1t is useless; he is only playthinl