The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-08-22
ACCIDENTS OF TRAVEL.

 Men Who Have Gone on Voyages by
 Land and Sea-Swept Away by Storm
 Boats and Balloons Have Played
 Their Parts in Taking Their Occu-
 pants on Unexpected Journeys-Some
 Curious Tales of Adventure,
 The weather chronicles of the human race have never yet recorded the wind that blows nobody good" and the bene- fits of the recent tornadoes were not limited to the bonanzas of Texas and Missouri house-builders The Cape Gi- rardeau wrsckers reaped a rich har- vest, and correspondent from Ran dolph county, H., describes the jubilee ofthe young shore dwellers who gotfree rides on the floating mementoes of 0 hundred shipwrecks.
 Excursions of that sort are, however, apt to lead to unexpected results An enterprising youngster of Columbus, Ky, padded out to tugboat drifting py, stern foremost, and managed to chamber aboard and fill his bag net with delightful assortment of miscel- lanies, but forgot to secure his canoe and suddenly realized that his survival would depend upon the river-worthy and, for all he could tell worthy qualities of the old tug. The boat that had carried him out to the steamer had departed, as from task accomplished and was now bobbing up and down in the eddies of a side current, while the tug was holding It's mid-river course at the rate of seven miles an hour. That meant @ trip to New Orleans or a still warmer seaport town, and, after des- perate struggle between the prompt ings of a large'-sized organ of acquisi- tiveness and the instinct of self-preser- vation, the little adventurer abandoned his plunder and swan ashore a few miles below Hickman, near the Tennes- see border buoy.
 Under nearly the same date Mexican papers report the tribulations of an- other victim of rapid transit The ab- normal temperature of the early spring appears to have extended beyond the limits of our national territory, far into Central America, but while the equili- brium of our atmosphere re-established itself in roaring gales, the oppressed feelings of the Mexican Armament found relief in the tear-hood of rains. In the state of Jalisco, southeast of San Bias, it rained almost necessarily from the middle of May to the end of the month, and the river ran bankful and consolidated the two bays of Lake Cha pala, on the Pacific slope of the Sierras.
 On the Rio Lerma the natives had built weirs to catch the drift from the wooded highlands, but they failed to catch a strange craft coming down the swollen river few days ago. It was a ponte moline, or wharf mill that had got torn off it's moorings somewhere in the lake region. Two large dogs on the grist box walked the echoes of the shore cliffs with deep- -mouthed appeals for help, and a torn shirt fiuttered at the top of pole suggested that they were not the only passengers of the queer f1atboat. "Cogale, DOT Dios DOT Dios!" yelled out the traveling companion of the barking dogs whenever his mill passed human habitation-"Stop her, for Lords sakei"--but the reply came only in the form of the good advice to .thold on.'' Sympathizers ran along the shore for miles, but were afraid to trust their frail boats to the raging river. At Punta Negra a pluclzy fisherman did venture out in a canoe secured by In6dHS Ol d lOllS IOpes puN lllC lOBC SetNS way and the would-be rescuer owed his own rescue only to the circumstance that he had taken the urecaution to at tach a separate rope to his waist belt.
 The man on the mill was completely at the mercy of the river currents. He could not swim, his pole was weak and too short to reach the bottom or the swollen stream By ripping I'D num- Der of bags he rigged out sort of sal. but the mill kept right on, and soon passed the point where the Rio Lerma receives another eff1uent of the big reed lake, and. in deference to its increase or breadth, changes its name, henceforth known as the "Rio Grande de Santia- go."
 Santiago. the PolIux Salvador of the Spanish nation, is the patron saint or all men in distress, and once appeared on q. milk white steed to turn the tide of Moorish infdels. but his knowledge If river tides is rather off color, and he oou,d do nothing whatever for the man m the wharf mill The rain was com ing down in torrents, the Great rlver began to deserve it's name, and the floating mill passed Gaudalaxara Ill
 
 night time, and might have been car ried far out to sea if it had not been for the presence of mind of a government revenue officer at San Pedro del Rio. Seeing the molina and it's vociferous messengers sweep by in the twilight of the next morning he took in the situa- tion at a glance. Without waiting to dress or even to put on his boots, he ran to a neighboring stock farm, se- cured the rancher's best horse and gal loped ahead of the boat with the use less stern wheel, miles ahead, to su- burb of San Bias, where he put the na- tives on the qlli vive, and by prize of- fer of a couple of dollars induced half dozen sailboats to start in quest of the imperiled miller. One of these boats did sight the molina and rescued the crew, dogs and all just before their crazy craft driften out into a coast fog that would almost certainly have