The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1897-10-05

Amid the believing roar of the tor
nado, speech, of course, was impossible,
and vision, too, was limited. No human
eye could look into the wind, end even
TO let it strike the face was n torture.
The sea did not get up. The crest If
any wave which tried to rise was cut off
relnorselessly by the knives Of the hurri-
cane, and spread rs a singing mist
throughout the wind. It was hard, in
deed, to tell where ocean ceased and air
began. The white sea was spread in a
blur Of white and green.
The biz helpless liner astcrn pluckei
S~ayagely ut the Saigon's tail. and thu
pair of them were moving c~OastWard~
Will. speed. Left to herself and steam
ing full speed into the gale. the it-lr
Saigon would have been able to main
tain her position, neither losing ground
nor gaining any. With the heavy tow
in charge, she wefs being driven toward
the roaring surf Of the African beach
with p~crilous speed.
1t was possible to see d.mly down the
wind, and when Cortolyin turned his
face away from the singing blast Of tn"
tornado. he could understand with clear
ness their exact position. CloSt astern
Was the pluneing German liner, with
her decks stripped and deserted. and
only the bridge officers exposed. Be
yond was the cotton white sea; and be
yond again were great loapiug fouu-
tains Of whitcness. where the tortured
ocean roared against the yellow tortured.
Thirty minutes passed, each second of
then brimmed with frenZied struggle
for both man and machinery. The tor
nado ragged and doomed and roared, an3
the backward drift was a thing which
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Then the old mate heayed himself up
, the bridge ladder by Iaborious inches.
His clothes were whipping from him ana
the griz2l"d hair stood ont from the
back Of his head like the bristles OF a
broom. He clawed his way along the
rail. and put his great red face close 20
Kettles ear.
I'VE can't hold her he roared. She
taking us ashore. We shall te there IN
a dozen minutes. and then 1t viii be
James for the lot of Us"
Can't. Kettle glared. but made no ar
t|iculate reply. If he could have spared
a hand from the wh~eelspokes, it is prob.
a bale that Mr.. Murgatroyd would have
felt the weight of it.
The old fellow bawled at him again
The hands know it as well as me, and
they say they're not going to be
drowned for anybody. They say they're
going to cast off the hawser."
This time Capt. Kettle yelled back Z
renlv. You thing he cried. "Yon put
~ man, get back 10 Your post. If YOU
want TO live. keep those niggers' finger:
off the shackle. BY James, if that tow
IS east off, II turn the Saigon for The
beach. and drown the whole crew 0.
YOU inside Of three minutes. By jane
- -, T----- no. ar1 V-ar Ern-5
III do ii. too. You ham-faced JeIyfSh
away aft with you, and save YOU
blooming life
The man WINGED under the little cap
tain's tongu and went away and Capt
Kettle looked across the wheel At his As
sistant.
CortoIrfn shrugged his shoulders an'
glanced backward at the beach ant
nodded. Kettle leaned across and shout
; ed:
I know It. ST. as well as o DO.
: know Il as well as they do. But I've 20
a fortune in tow yonder. and I'd rattle
) die than set it adrift. It isn't one forum
either. its a dozen fortunes; and | hay
: just got to grab one Of them. I'm a mar
1 ried man. sir, with a family. and "
/. known what it was to watch and Sc
| 'am hungry. You'll stand by me-, NJ
CortolvinE"
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saw. God is great and i fates are wri
Q ten on our foreheads. and no man ca
e change by an inch the path which it
foreordained he shonld tread. But the
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