The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-06-05

| to jump, and was set to drain on the
! floor gratings of boat.
! The Grosser Carl had fallen away be-
/ fore the wind, and was spouting flame
I from sternhead to poopstaff by the time
| the last of the rescuers and the res
cued We're put on the Flamingos deck.
and on that travelworn steamboat
were some $50 visitors that somehow or
/ other had to be provided for. They
were still five days steam away from
port and their official provision supply
was only calculated to last the Flam-
ingos themselves for a little over that
/ time. So there was no sentimental
waiting to see the Grosser Carl finally
! burn out and sink. The boats were
cast adrift, as the crews were too ex-
hausted to hoist them in, and the F'lam-
ingo's nose was turned toward Liver
pool. Pratt, the chief engineer, fig
ured out TO half a ton what coal he had
remaining, and set the pace so as to
run in with empty bunkers. They were
cold now. all hands, and the prospect
OF semi-starvation made them regard
their visitors less than ever in the
light of men and brothers.
But. as it CHANGED. toward the even
ing OF next day hurrying ocean grey
mound overlook them in her race from
New York toward the east, and the
bunting talked out loud sentences in
the commercial code from the wire
span between the Flamingo's masts
When the liner drew up alongside and
stopped with reversed propellers. she
had a loaded boat ready swung out in
davits which dropped in the water the
moment she had lost her way. The
bunting had told the pith of the tale.
when the two steamers bridges were
level the liners captain touched his
cap and crowd of well-dressed pas
sengers below his listened wonderingIy.
Afternoon, captain. Got 'em ALP
Afternoon, captain. Oh, we didn't
lose any. But few drowned their silly
selves before we started to shepherd
them
What ship was it?'
The old Grosser Karl She was
aStern of her time. Much obliged to
you for the grub. captain. We'd have
been pretty hard pushed If we hadn't
met you I'm sending you a payment
order"
The cases of food were trans shipped
with frantic haste, and the boat re-
turned. The greyhound leaped out into
her stride again the moment she had
hooked on. and shot ahead.
The voyage home was not one of op-
pressive gaiety. The first-class passen-
gers. who were crammed into the mar
row cabin. found the quarters uncom-
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manner repellant. The riff-raff in the
hold plotted mischief amongst them
selves, stole when the opportunity came
TO them, and, when they gave the mat
ter any consideration at all, decided
that this fierce little captain. with the
red torpedo beard. had taken them on
board merely to fulfill some selfish pur-
pose of his own
The Flamingo picked up the land
marks of the southern Irish coast, and
made her number to Loyds station on
Brow Head. stood across for the Tus-
kar and so on up st. Georges channel
for Holyhead. She flew pilot lack
there. and off Point Lynus picked up
pilot.
We'll. pilot. what's the news?" said
Kettle. as the man of narrow waters
swung himself upon the bridge.
You are" said the pilot. THE pa
pers are just full of you. captain. ali of
them, from the Shipping Telegraph to
the London Times. The Cunard boat
brought in the yarn. A pilot out of my
schooner took her up"
How do they spell the name? Cut
tle?"
We'll, I think it's Katie mostly,
though one paper has 1t Kelly
Curse their cheek," said the little
sailor, flushing.
'-Starboard a point" said the pilot.