The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1898-06-16

gallant ship while her life was being
ground out upon the cruel rocks. my
thoughts constantly reverted to the
inexplicable appearance of the Sa-
moan girl among us and the sad con
sequences of her beroism.
1t was late in the afternoon before
they at length succeeded in landing
line from one of the mOrtars on the
Trenton ACROSS our fore and aft stays,
on which we were enabled one by one
to cross oven to the comparative safe
ty of that vessel; but even then our
rescue was not complete, for the old
flagship was hard and fast aground
and rapidly breaking up. But the
natives on shore gallantly came TO
our relief, and linked arm in arm
they formed living chain, reaching
through the breakers to the side of
the stranded war vessel, and through
the exertions of these brave fellows
the entire ships company and those
of us who were saved from the
| Nandalia were eventually landed
on the beach As / climbed down the
side in my turn to leave the wreck, /
was grasped by the strong arms of
the foremost islander. who seemed
| to peer anxiously in my face as be
passed me on down the line, and,
though had caught bnt tieeting
glimpse of his features. it had been
sufficient to convince me that it was
Wailoah. Later on / again observed
him moving restlessly in and out
among the throng of shipwrecked
mariners on the shore. and as he came
| near | called him to me. | can see
him yet as he stood Eefore me with
haggard face and questioning eyes,
| and when | told him of the fate Of
her for whom he sought, he appeared
| as if turned to stone.
In another instant an agony of
| grief seized upon him, and shifting
| bis forehead with his clinched hand
he uttered a cry of anguish and
sprang to the edge of the buffeting
| waters. Twas too overcome with ex-
haustion to detain him, but two of
his fellows who had stood near and
listened TO my words, OWNED his
purpose and dashed forward, barely
| in time to prevent him from leaping
into the sea. He struggled tiercely
| to free himself. but finally permitted
his restrainers to lead him back to
where stood, and there on the surf
| ashed strand. with the hurricane
still raging about us he revealed to
me in half articulate sobs the mys
terry enshrouding the lost Iolani. She
| was his wife. and on the night the
| storm arose he lay in drunken stu
por, from which, at the booming of
the recall guns, she had vainly stri,
ven to arouse him. At length, in
her fearfulness OF bis being punished,
she had conceived the idea of don
ming his uniform and reporting on
board in his stead. No one had cues
toned her identity as, muflled in his
oilskins. she had entered the boat at
the landing, and it was not strange
that later amid the confusion. about
the decks of the ship, she should
have escaped notice.
What became of Wailoah after we
left the island [ have never heard,
and, doubtless, were it not for the me-
mory of his noble wife he would long
since have passed from my recollec
tons, but when in my revaries l
again live through the APPALLING scenes
at Samoa and view the familiar faces
who perished in our fierce battle with
the elements, there Is always one
which fingers in my fancies when all
others have fled That One-tO which
my thoughts must always cling in
tenderest admiration-is the face of
Iolani, the brave Samoan girl