The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-12-31
WINNIE TRluMPH

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j laay. my laays,s lie cried, agitated,
Fly, Il thought 1t right TO come and tell
you, my lady, that there's a large ship-A
-merchuntman, they think ashore o the
Black Reef OF Tregarthen!Y
CHAPTER XIV.
The first struggling light OF the gray;
dawn Was diIlly revealing through the
cold inists OF the wild March morning the
drcary expanse OF the froth-whitened toss
ing water, the Jagged glitterlng pointa
OF the Black Rect pcering above the rag.
ing waves: but most n%oticeably of all, to,
the eyes ofsthe score or two ofswatchers on
the cliffs, id the faint gray haze cling
around that dark mass with the torn rem
nants Of sails and cordage beating idly
and wildly about, and the splintered spars
md masts lying ilelplessly with their
heads submerged under the cruel waves
that leaped and dashed over them in fierce
mockery.
Whence she had come, or whittier she
was bound, no! one knew but there, on
the Black Reef, beneath the frowning
precipice of Tregarthen Head. on the wild
Cornish coast, had the good ship found
her doom.
"A hemmegrant ship her be, sir; an
bout fifteen hundred tons, | shud say"
n 1.-THE Coastguard men remarked to
his officer.
She's nothel o. the sort, John Rich.
ards,n the boatswain retorted, mot by
her build, as I can make out. Ties hard
to say he added to Lieutenant Caerlyon;
"she be goiL' to pieces hevery minute"
HAS none OF the cargo come ashore?n
the OFFICER asked.
MOT much, sir, except bar'ls, aud chests
of tay, and pieces OF staves.n
Al not q soul left aboard o. her" John
Richards put in.
Yer a-talkin'o of what e don't know
nothen off, the boatswain said again,
more sharply; "ef 'e've got heyes, man,
and o glass, what kind o. use doe put lem
TOP l see three men, not ten mennits ago,
come IN through the passage atween them
fiat rocks forrard theer, houldin' on to q
spar, poor fellowsl They must be Almost
dead"
Where have they got to, then?n Lieu
tenant Caerlyon asked. SIT will be low
tide in three hours; but there's not a shelf
OF rock above water now;a and even at low
water the rocks will be all covered in this
storm, and no n can get to them. ] am
AhoAA ROOA ASAhOWSs ~ bAdSh 4OOh-Out
from every point for them.n
Here be wimmin comm! What do
they al a-comin' in such a placer the
C%onstguard boatswain, a bachelor of some
forty-elght years standing, remarked,
Grossly: the gentler sex, in Mr.. Ned Bos.
cawen's opinion, having no earthly right
to appear in any place where their pres.
ence was not directly required. Comm
up here, weth tho wind blowin' their
gowns an shawls like balloons-it'n take
'em off their feet afore they knows whcer
they are"
Determined to give the adventurous fe.
males u smart rebuff if they ventured "to
come clackin' weth their questions as he
phrased it, to him, Mr.. Boscawen deigned
to bestow no further notice on the two
d~arkly-robed advancing figures. Lieu.
tenant Caerlyon, %steadying his glass
against a field-hedge skirting the last cul-
tivated stretch of land on the Head, heard
nothing, saw nothing but the echoing roar
Of the thunder of the waves and the kissing
sheets of flying spray, with the black
dismantled heap lying SO forlornly on her
side, and the sharp black rocks beginning
to show all around her in the ehbing tide.