Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1898-04-16

got the dingy to her davits, and then
one of the men who had pulled her
beckoned Ferris to go aft.
"Now," he thought, Il shall be TAX
Ell to the captain and shall learn what's
wrong here. 5"
AS he approached the knot of men on
the poop deck he saw that they were all
ordinary seamen.
Its Il mutinous crew." he thought.
"They've got the captain in irons be-
low, and they wish me to join them
or join him.
What's your name?" asked one of
the men, who seemed to be their leader.
Ferris James.
What's your rating?"
Ordinary seaman" he answered.
a groan of dissatisfaction emanated
from the little knot of men.
''Just our luck, said the spokesman
"What could we expect in this here
bark? Why, she's a regular Jonah. "
"But I'm willing to work." said
Ferris. ''I'm a good seaman, and I'm
ready to turn to and do my share, .or
even little more, for you men look as
if you were used up
used up'' said Tom Hulkins, the
spokesman of the crew. "Well l should
say so. Look at the bark"
Yes, I've noticed her state" said
Ferris.
"No, you haven't" answered HUI.
kins, because it amt all to be noticed.
I'll tell you all about it.
Then the seaman described how some
days previous they had encountered
terrific gale, during which the captain,
both mates and four sailors were wash
ed overheard and drowned. Some sails
and all their boats were lost. They were
all worn oct and had lost courage, he
added, as there was no one on board
who could navigate the ship.
When the man ceased talking, dry
sob shook his frame, while some of his
shipmates turned and scanned the hori-
zon with pallid faces and clinched teeth.
The whole speechless horror of tho
crews experience rose before Ferris
mind i'll picture of misery. The next
moment he was transformed from an in
different boy to hopeful man. Here
was work for him to do, and in living
for others he would find it worth while
to live for himself.
'Your compass is a good one, isn't
it?" he asked.
eyes, it's good enough" answered
Hulkins
''Is there a chronometer aboard?"
"Certainly"
''Is it running?"
eyes, l kept it wound up. don't
know what for
"Charts and sextant all right?"
eyes, but what do you mean? Can
you
Eyes l CAM" exclaimed Ferris. Il
can navigate"
The glow of crimson that sprang into
the pallid faces was like the first sun
light after an arctic winter. For an in
stant all were silent. Then the men fell
to laughing, crying and embracing one
another like a lot of hysterical girls.
"Will you take command of this
bark, sir?" asked Hulkins as soon as he
could master his emotion.
"I'm no sir, " said Ferris. "I'm
just an ordinary seaman, but I'll navi,
gate you to the nearest port.
"Hurrahn' cried the crew.
"Now, lads,' said Hulkins, "let's
turn to and try and get her into some
shape aloft!'
"Aye, aye!" was the willing re-
sponse as the men made dash for the
rigging.
Ferris went into the captain S cabin
and found the chronometer running
AS a measure of precaution he wound
it himself and then got out the seXtant
and chart. Presently he went on deck
to take a morning observation for longi-
tude At noon Ferris got his latitude
and found that the course for Fayal,
one of the Azores, was east by north.
The wind held fair, and under such can
vas as the little crew was able to set
the bark made a comfortable five knots
an hour directly on her course. 1t was
just after sunrise on the morning of the
third day that one of the men CRIED
"Land hon'
Four hours later the bark was riding
at anchor in Fayal roads, and Ferris
felt as if his occupation was gone But
no officer could be obtained at that port,
and it became Ferris duty after the
necessary repairs had been made to ship
five seamen and continue the voyage to
Liverpool, for which port the vessel
was bound
On the arrival of the bark at it's des-
tination great was the joy of the own
ers, who had given her up for lost.
They rewarded Ferris with snug sum
of money and made him second mate of
the vessel Ferris invested his cash in
the bark's next voyage, which brought
him a substantial profit. Five years
later he was a shipowner himself and
in fair way to become rich. He often
looked back to that gloomy morning
when he f1oated on life buoy in the
heart of the north Atlantic and wished
to die
''It was, he said, my darkest hour,
and it came literally and figuratively
Just before the dawn. Boston Pilot.
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