The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-02-06

| Won run away.
"Waal. / jest thought I'd see whether
you was goin' to ship crew er no, n
ef you do l hone you'll remember my
| application is in ahead. | en- do moss
any kind q work; handy bout riggin'
or carpenterin' or stowin' cargo. an
able to take my trick at he hellum.
So long. cap'n."
but paused At an inquiry from Quimby
and cast an eye aloft and scanned the
! horizon to windward
Coin to blow. Coin to blow hard.
| too. I'd stow away cverythin' pretty
clus an double reef. Well. well.
reckon there amt no occasion here.
| This pin: won't blow away. So long.
I cap'n.'
That night in the little room at the
! tavern ut Taggart's Quimby woke to
hear the wind blowing as he had never
heard il blow before. With the sound
| of the wind was another noise that he
could not understand, there being moth
| ing In his experience to suggest cause
for 1t. lie lay for an hour and listened.
Sometimes he was sure tina, II was
thunder, but there was no lightning, and
this sound was continuous, rolling IKE
u mighty concourse of drums and then
dying away almost to II whisper. but
never quite ceaSing At last. like
revelation. the truth came to him. That
was the sound he had read about,
dreamed about but never truly imag-
ined. II was voice of the ocean.
Quimby got out of bed and groped
for his clothes in the dark. Hastily
dressing. he crept downstairs and
quietly let himself out into the deserted
street. Now he could feel the force of
the wind as II swept around the side of
the tavern. and the deem boom of the
waves smote his ear with a diapasOn
l. II Il. H.
his chest. and bowling his head to the
gale. he started toward the Neck. His
new born sense of responsibility was
strong within him, and he was impelled
by vague instinct that he must in
some way protect his property. 1t was
a long mile. lie fought his way in the
teeth of the wind. often hating and
turning his shoulder to some gust of
unusual fury, but at last he reached
the knoll and stood gripping the trunk
of the gnarled tree Beyond him was a
vast black void. out of which the
tempest of wind belched and beloved.
and on its nearer margin miSShappen.
phantom-like masses of gray water
lowered as If to Overwhelm him and
dashed upon the sand with a force that
made the earth tremble beneath his
feet.
At first this tumult of the elements
appalled, the solitary spectator. He was
i -, go 80, u. o.
while deeD down in his soul some
where, there was voice that answered
the voice of nature. a feeling for which
he cou,d not have found aitbe, def;jni-
tion nv, ,oncuooe When tha wavas
thundered he was moved IN shout re-
fore thot time tbe annual car,n meat
ing had marked the limit of his emo
tional life. Its vocabulary inadequate
was HE standard of exnress;on Vow. nc
ba stood swaviny bv Tho twiS,ad troo
moved partly bv the fury of the gale
and partly by the violence OF his own
feeling. the voice within him vould not
he O,lieted and when the ocean roarea
its mighty challenges he shouted back:
"Glorv, Glory" i'm a voice that seemed
TO have lost it's wonted stentorian ring
and was like the chirn of n cricket as
the wind whjstled il away
a. ,,.t tho frs, ,;uh. ~, ao,, hro,,o
80, ,,,a .,,,non,re,,s 49, " "" "a r,u
VI wv r..., ~, . Mae, aiu iu
t,ei an. u, ny. .Ie Mat.heI co,'.u Sc
IN, ,lu i,,, .J'DS ~, r''s,, VI .e VI
.p 1--WE .i. loiumS III .u, 'nei aiu ,ur .her ~ |
.Me iea.,hs, s,as, .oiu norl-o!,, nu,
az a. oii.e, III W i,i.us' ~ .ue 'u,Iioi,
u, .ne s1ay an" Will plllows. Amos,
auIeas. VI mn. So'''e,ii!Is 'na' ne nl9
nol ho,i',o peio'e iooi,eu hlsh anu
p.aeh, % anu '"e spray "asheu OVER IL III
shee,s
Quinby hel'b ms Dreat n IN amaZement.
There. WITHIN 900 feet OF him: traE-
edy OF the sea had been enacted, and he |
had not been conscious or It, Almost in |
front OF nm, driven high upon tne
sand, was wreck thing Oh romance
anu mystery tha' acHe oi an the Won-
uer taleS Oh adventure that ne nau hith-
erto red ms starved imagina'ion upon.
Mreuh; " ,il,'' Mno iau neter sell
amy a'ua, i,.., 49, '''"' s''''''
saliooat oi n'''e river.
Then. as his wits returned, he recol- |
lected his wide and explicit reading ON
TINS subject ana ne knew theoretically |
what the exisencies or this case re-
CURED According 10 all precedent ne
should hail the wreck in nautical fash
ion. This maritime etiquette absolute
ly demanded. or he had read his sea
stories to little purpose" 80 he essayed |
to shout: Wreck ahoy. putting his |
hands 20 his mouth as trumpet. but
the wind flung MS voice back In his |
teeth. NO one appeared ON the vessel;
no one answered him. This undertak-
ing was one that REQUIRED expert aid.
He must get help in the village and res
cue the people. who, he did not doubt, |
We're hidden away in the interior of the
hull. Animated by his humane pur-
pose. he started. scudding before The |
gale. toward the village, but soon - tell.
hulking figure loomed up out of the
twilight, and big voice roared:
So long. cap'n. | see you're out
bright an Yearly. Tha's good, tha's
good. See anything?'
why. yes" shouted Nathaniel. re-.
lieved at meeting some one with whom
he could share his responsibility. why |
yes There's IL wreck down yondcr on
the beach,
The news reused Moses Ia animation
Wreck, Gee WhittnLer, Won don't
n, -. - o,, y" "''