The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-02-24
BURNED BY THE SHENANDOAH.
HOW A TRIM CLIPPER FELL a VIC
TIM TO THE PRIVATEER-

by Hetty Green's Father.
Bridgehampton. L. T.. Dispatch in New
York Herald.
strong. resolu,e Capt. jeremiah Lsd-
low has gone. Somehow the town seems
einereut since the day the hale OH skip
per entered the port from which he eaa-
not clear.
His form. which even the weight OF
seventy-nine years had not bent, has
been laid TO rest. Around the railroad
station. in the stores and at the post
once the veteran sea captains were talk-
ing to-day. as they had so often talked.
OF the man who pleaded in vain 10 save
his ship from destruction by that rover
of the seas. the confederate privateer
Shenandoah.
No lingering sickness bore on the old
mariner. He sat in his house last Wednes-
day telling tales Of the sea. His head
sank on his breast. and guided 10y an
unseen hand stout old craft slided
safely into a haven Of rest. The vessels
he commanded have long since reached
the port of missing ships. They were
proud craft in their day, and Drawer
man and a better sailor never walked
their quarterdecks than jeremiah Lud-
low.
As long as there is a memory left Of
the great fleet Of whalers which put
forth frcm New England and Long
Island. so long viii men not forget the
skipper of the Inflated Isaac Rowland.
burned by the Shenandoah.
How often in his last days the old
man lived again the hourg when the
flames wrapped the trim spars and shape
ly hull Of the craft which was his pride!
Again he saw fire leap from the How
lands deck. He implored, he threatened
aud despaired.
Don't burn her. he said. Why, man,
that's a ship Look at those spars. See
that hull, those lines You couldn't burn
her. You don't dare
Tie was talking so almost to lie min
ute OF his death. shes gone he said
that Wednesday morning. "Good-by"
There was a strange, yearning look in
his eyes. His lips were parted. He
.stretched himself upon the sofa ana
breathed heavily 80 the old sea king
died.
tCapt. Ludlow had been master for many
years when he was called TO New Bed
FORD to take command Of the clipper
ship Isaac Rowland, which Edward Rob
inson, father of Mrs. Hetty Green. had
ntted out as q whaler No greater praise
could be spoken OF the craft than the
old mans words. she was ship
Her graceful, well scraped spars. her
Symmetrical lines and her eXquisitely
moulded hull told what she was-an
A ,as-ff4u rNfH
Around stormy Cape Horn. through
tropic days and nights. urged by mon
soons and baffed by capricious winds, she
made her way 10 the North Pacific, and on
the morning OF June 2S 1885, stood at the
entrance of Bering Strait. On one side,
behind the bank of fog, was Cape East,
and only a few miles away lay the Aslauc
mainland The Rowland was on her way
10 the north, where the white whale wars
by the froze pole" From the strait blew
cold. Arctic winds.
The fog slowly lifted, and league away
Capt. Ludlow saw nine ships and oarks
ranged in a group about craft nying
signals Of distress. He was curious TO see
the cause of the trouble lie learned, but
il cost him dearly.
The American ship Brunswick had been
damaged off there by an ice foe. Her
bows were stove, and she was sinking.
One bv one the other ships had seen her
II was at the beginning of the whaling
season, and these craft We're going from
lands of sun TO lands of snow"
The crew of the Brunswick and their eff
fects were taken off. There We're eleven
craft riding al the cables. ready TO sail
into the frozen north. The fog lifted, and
over the sea rim TO the southwark ap-
peared a black funnel and the squared
yards of a man of war The fleet of whal-
ers made no sign to get out of the way.
The shippers thought they saw British
man of war.
The flags did not look British exactly
The craft came nearer. Ports few open,
and the sun, which had broken through
the fog shone on glistening cannon. There
was a fluttering of bunting, quick move
nent OF halyards and the Stars and Bars
whipped out from under the mizzen gaff
1t was the confederate priyateer Shenan-
doah.
The davits swung, there was a rattle of
blocks, and half a dozen boats, filled with
armed sailors, were moving toward the
peaceful fotilla.
Capt. Ludlow, at the approach of the
stranger, had lowered a boat and had
gone himself to speak her. He soon
caught the CLINT of rihed cannon and the
dash of mTuskets. He came alongside. The
commanding officer standing on the
bridge, ordered him to return at once to
his ship.
The skipper saw and heard enough to
know that the stranger was the priva-
teer. Shenandoah. She was commanded
by Capt. Wardell. The decks We're cleared
for action. Every gun was manned
The boats went among the feet, and
men, in quick, sharp sentences told the
shippers that they must get ready to
leave at once.
Capt Ludlow returned to his ship. He
went into the cabin and hastily gathered
together his papers. While he was there
he heard the measured beat of oars out
side and the sound of scrambling. feet
oxsr the vessels side He left his cabin,
Cant Wardel stood before him.
Sir" said the commander. consider
yourself prize TO the confederate ship
shenandoah.
well, I guess not, my hearty" said
Cant. Ludlow, easily. I'VE Yanks have
wiped out your southern confederacy. The
best thing you can do is TO break fol
cover Don't you know, my friend, thai
the war is overe'
Capt Wardeu knew nothing of the
kind. The Yankee skipper showed hin
the papers telling of the surrender of Lee
and the end of the great war. Capt. War
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