The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-01-08

aster. In the water under her port
haunch was a wonderful brilliant spar
king. multitudinous flashing of mi
mute azure and silver lights. The whole
rose and fell in splendid CLEANS with
the motions of the hull and the lift OF
the sea.
"What can that be, captain?' in
quired Mrs. Holroyd.
Fish, ma am" responded the skip
per. And he put binocular glass into
the lady's hand.
And fish that swelling knoll of bril-
lance was, the biggest OF the length or
your finger, by what courted and by
what detained who can tell? There
was no grass on the sheathing-nothing
good for fish to eat The lovely cloud
shone beautiful in the blue water in the
shadow Of the wreck. Nobody had seen
such sight before, and passengers and
seamen lining the rail stared their hard
est. Mr.. Poole, stepping aft to the cap
tain, with flourish of his thumb to his
cap, said in low voice.
81 fancy there's life aboard the craft
sir. i see sort of vapor oozing out OF
the caboose chimney, as though the tire
was not long out. F"
The captain took his glass from Mrs.
| Holroyd and suddenly said with empha-
sis: cts as you say, sir. Take and
board and overhaul her..
A boat was lowered, and the second
officer and four seamen pulled away
from the hull. Even as the boat started.
the black, wet cleaning curve of gram
pus showed between the wreck and the
bark. 1t breathed in sigh that was as
music for the silent poetry Of that hull
Instantly the shining cloud under the
wrecks quarter sank and vanished.
Three of the set who may now be
called the ten stood smoking their pipas
in the gangway watching the boat and
the hull, but conversing IN low voicess
The helm of the Queen had been pus
down. the lighter canvas trembled III
floating fingers of sunshine and shadow
high aloft; the ripple had died at the
cutwater. The cook stepped out OF the
galley, hot and cursing, to empty n
bucket of his galley parings over the
side, and the stuff floated motionless.
II tell you what, says Mr.. Caldwell
to Mr. Masters, standing in the gang
way, eff that hull there hadn't come
too soon, she'd have saved rs the most
troublesome part of the job.
"No, man" answered Mr.. Masters.
"What could we have TO say to dis
, masted vessel? There's to be no cruelty,
you know, and a fortnight Of a crowd IL
; that thing there would make hell Of
her -
q Caldwell gazed at him with black
I thoughtful scowl. He was the most saw
$ age looking Of the lot, with q suDeI
{ motion of blood stained eye when talk
O ing, though he could be nimble enough
g with his sight when he chose.
= "What ocean q you think this is, Mas
e ters?" said Mr.. Peter Johnson, who wa
d one of this three.
@ Hanged if I know The Pacific,
. suppose. "
IA "And the heart Of it, too" says Mr.
d Peter johnson. eff this water could b
d kept smooth, you'd see the CLEANS o.
IS the wakes of whalers crossing and re
v crossing one another. Nothing bu
i whalers here. How long has yondel
Y vessel been in that state? Probably no
InIpb uGNS. EAllt iltlt , q cpANhNAb AhNNA'
d ship already alongside Of her, willing
presume to do anything and every
thing in the name of humanity. Wha
k the deuce, then! Where would the cru
# city be? I'd board her and take IN!
l. chance of rescue in "a hours for f0'
r sovereigns. Well, no, not in PA hours.
10 says he, with look up at the lofty
q serene sky,
- "where have they put Burn?" sai'
Masters.
"Along with Shannon" answere'
. Caldwell "Davenire takes his berth
Shannon will have bucket of cold Wa
:. ter at hand, and it is agreed that h
shall tilt a drencher over the squeaie
;, should ever he start on one of his mid
- night sweeteners again.
"a ITo BE Continued
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