The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-05

was boy, and she would not desert him
when he had fallen from grace
oh" she exclaimed one afternoon, as
a sort of exhaust to her wounded feei-
ings why did you do anything like that,
Harry; why did you do anything like that?
IT was dreadful for you to steal for those
bad, wicked men. Now we must all suf-
fer for it. The ship has been making
such bad weather of it that papa says
the passage will last more than six
months, and because of your helping your
self to everything, we must run short or
provisions before we arrive. 1t was dread
full of you to do
There was no mistaking the fact that
the craft was making bad weather of it,
Fifteen days had been consumed in an en-
deavor to round the cape in blindinS
snow storms and gales that were dead
ahead and as sharp as the point of a
needle. twice Capt. Young had a confer
ence with his mates on the adVisabiity
of wearing ship and putting before it so
as to finish the passage by way of the
Cape of Good Hope When it was not
blowing great guns 1t was a series OF
Gains with the ship tanning along, as
sadlOrmen say when the canvass COT
lapses every other minute. In these light
airs she was as slow as a blind man CROP
ing his Way.The topsaWers of the crew said
they never saw such weather before ana
they were about right. The gales had
played sad havoc with the sails and spars
and the lusty seas which arose in their
wrath ate big chunks out of the decks
their fixtures and the hull itself.
Then the food gave out, as was predict
ed, and dark looks were flashed at Harry
The butter, milk and sugar had been ex-
hausted some time when the news was
passed around that the flour had given
out. The growing become general then
and even the green hands turned up their
noses every time Harry put in an ap-
pearance. Something had to be done: that
was settled. The last few pounds of flour
had been used on Sunday, when Capt.
Young thought, of some old wheat. the
sWeepings of that famous cargo which
was slowed in the lower hold forward
This wheat the hens on board had previ-
ously refused to eat, probably because of
it's bilge-like odor. How to get at II was
the thing that troubled Capt. Young most
for he knew that hungry men would not
refuse it even If chickens would
There was only one thing to do and that
was to break out the cargo slowed under
the fore hatch. 1t was a long and difficult
JOB, ana the deck of the ship was like a
hugh dry goods. establishment while it
was in progress, but 1t was gotten at last
the green hands working harder than anv
one else, their appetites urging them
on, perhaps. Once on deck the wheat was
ground in the coffee mill and the steward
converted it into what Henrietta describes
as good bread and pancakes" 1t could
not last forever though, and finally 1t
gave out, too. Then the last remaining
stores were taken in hand. These consist
ed of peas and beans, and Mate Harris
thought them so valuable then that he had
them counted as a prelude to distribution
for all the trouble, did not suffer from
munger as much as did the other men A
NURSE late WAS reserved Tor him. The
Reaper was about a month in the Pacific
when she encountered a terrific storm that
lasted three days and nights.
There was an old man in the crew who
had made several voyages in the ship be-
fore, and who was as capable a sailor as
ever let go and hauled. Toward midnight
on the second day of the storm this Old
man was struck by sea which came on
board, and the ship being well heeled
over, was being rapidly carried over the
side, when Harry, who was passing
grabbed him. In doing so the lad fell
and a succeeding wave caught him and.
picking him up much as it would a straw
tossed him into the dim, dark sea along
side. The cry of man overheard %
brought all hands to the deck and The
roars of the mates could be heard above
the bowling of the wind and the painful
creaking of the spars. An attempt was
made in response to an order to get the
ship around, and, although the helm was
harm to weather. all efforts to get the
vessel before the wind proved unavail-
ing. Harry was never seen again. There
was great gloom among all hands after
that, and Mate Harris that night read
from Brainard where he says:
"At the piping of all hands,
When the judgment signals spread
When the Islands and the lands
And the seas give up the dead
And the south and the north shall come.
When the sinner is dismay'd,
And the just man is afraid,
Then Heaven be thy aid,
Poor Tom"
The Reaper spent nearly 200 days on the
passage and was more like a wreck than
her old self when she reached Portland.