The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-11-08
THE LIMITS OF ENDURANCE.
BY MORGAN ROBERTSON.
Copyright, 1896. The S. S. Mcclure Coz


copyright, 1896, The s. S. Mcclure Coz
"Looks like down-east bottom"
said Captain Davis to his first mate, as
he scanned the curious object on the
weather bow through the glasses
s'pose she capsized in the squah THIS
noon"
yes said the mate. Guess SO.
That's copper-paint-no metal II
the first time I've seen 3, big craft bot
torn up. They don't get over SO far as
rule. Shall I get the boat down and
try to read her name? Can't be Jar
under wa5er.'
Nc; tH be known in time. Her
crew. can't be far off unless they're
drowned. She's a big fellow--nay be
four-sticker. Keep away on the
course. Mr.. Baker"
The schooner Claremont, of Bath pay
ed off and the object of discussion
hull. bottom up, showing a glistenlng
keel about three feet above the means
plane al the heaving ground swell
swung to a point on the quarter and
became dim and obscure IN the increas-
ing gloom Of the evening. Naked ana
desoiate it looked TO the crew DIS they
watched il recede-an ironical eoin-
menrary on shipowners hopes ana
plans; a dismal reminder OF their own
probable ending.
Shes floating on the air in the hoia'
said one Of them, an active young grant
III a blue shirt, to his mates en- the
farecastle deck when il has All
leaked through the seams, she'h De
close TO the bottom
IN my 'pinion said a grizzled otd
tar seated on the cat-head; theIe y
something wrong with the bulu OF d
craft fhat'n act ike thar. Think So
Ransom % ~.
yes Bill. there is asid the other,
as ne turned a pair Of thoughtful brown
ewes on the quest:oner. You see there
little dead-rise there-pract caIy d
nat-bottou,. That means more cargo
room for the same draugnt OF water
BUT If a craft like that gets over 1dr
enough 10 bury her canvas, she apt
TO 90 the rest Of the way
The sneaker, whose sun-burned race
we're an expression OF intelligence not
often found in the forecastle, Degdh
7,acin.y the weather side of the deck
for he was on the IookOut-hiS line pro-
Dortions showing in a pleasing silhou-
etta against the lessenin6 light OF the
western sky 81
soon eight bells sounded from an,
and springing lightly of the fofecas ne
10 the fore hatch, ne repeated II on tltS
heavy bell hung 40 the foremast- II
marked a change Of watches and ne
was presently relieved a hgnl az
blew the ClaremOnt to the southwark
until midnight; then it failed, anu WITH
aanvass idlv tapping, and booms tug
siney alternately at sheets ana ooOlAl.
tackles. as she rolled in the trough OF
the oily swell, the schooner lay help-
less. ,a
At 1 O'Clock Mr.. Todd, the second
maize. sleeTily Longing over the null
v-arl<s was startled into wakefuiness
bv a hearty hail from the port beam
..Schoner. ahOy: will you take US
aboard?" said the voice.
The sound OF the Ca humping pc
tween thole-pius was heard, and dark
object doomed out Of the gloom
.sXNbo are you?" shouted the offcer.
1.-The crew of the schooner " din
Es-.'
The man at the wheel, the blue
s,hirfe3 sailor called Ransom, uttered
an audible exclamation, and holding
the Jerking wheel with one hand, leaned
toward the rail and peered at the ap-
preaching boat.
"Come alongside answered the sec
ond marie. then he tapped at the cap
Gains window, who presently appeared
what's the trouble?" he asked
BOAT alongside, sir; Walkure 5
crew they say May belong TO the
craft We passed
Come aboard" called Captain Davis,
as, the boat bumped against the SIDE
of tbe schooner. Eight men clamberea
over the raii-one with the painter,
which he made fast to cleat-and
mustered aft near the poop, where cap
tain Davis met them
rs the captain on deck?' asked a
tail young fellow, stepping. out OF the
sroup with a confident, reckless SWING
Of his shoulders. and speaking IN d
musical accent Of voice, which d though sl
.1(leaSant on the whole, had d hlppanI
ring TO it. 1t was the voice that had
hailed.
Il am the captain
Our schooner turned turtle yesterday
Noon. cantain. The skipper drowned
before our eyes, bub we couldn get
to him. His daughter, Miss DOWNS