El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-08-19
Or. The Adventures of
An Elton Boy.
BY JAMES GRANT.

US, the canvas mapped to the mast. ant
We only caught its weight and powe
when riding quickly on the crest of tn,
next mighty roller.
Meanwhile the green-forked light
ming flashed SO brightly that a
times we could see every rope in tb.
vessel, our own blanched and male
faces, as we held on by ring bolts an6
Delaying pins to save ourselves from
being washed overheard by the blind.
Ing sheets Of mingled foam and rain
that deluged the deck, over which the
sea was also breaking heavily every
| instant
Each time the Eugene rose in her
buoyancy, her decks vert half full of
water and the long boat amidships
hlled SO fast that man with a bucket
could scarce keep it baled.
Following the whirlwind, we went
round five times In thirty-five minutes.
with the afteryards squared and the
headyards braced sharp up.
Then the black mass of sulphurous
ciouo IN which we were enveloped
seemed to ascend, and with the same
rap1dity with which it approached,
passed away into the sky; "the cham
Coma names it, became again clear,
blue and starry, though marked by oc-
caslonal masses Of flying vapor. The
rain ceased, and the Eugene heaved
upon a foam covered sea, over which
there passed, from time to time. short
squalls, compelling US to lower the
double reefed topsails and run before
the wind.
Now stiff glass Of grog was served
round to all, and by turns we contriv-
ed to get some dry clothing.
In the end of the middle watch
about four o'clock a. m.-there was
suddenly visible upon our larboard
bow a faint and vapory light that
shot upward in the sky from time to
time, like jets Of steam.
This singular appearance was high
above the horizon, and first caught the
anxious eye of Capt. Weston.
"Hah! do you see that?" said he to
me.
What is ft?"
"The Peak Of Adam-Teneriffe."
The great volcanic peak in the For
tunate Isles?"
"Old Tenny Reef in the Canaries. we
calls it, sir" said Tattooed Tom. who
was at the wheel. cit amt a volcano
now; but it can't give over it's old
trade of smoking altogether, and blows
up steam like screw propeller or Just
Is whale does water through his
spiracles.''
Tom means what the Spanfards
.erm the ventas, or nostrils, of the |
peak, through which the aqueous va
oors come with buZzing sound, and |
hese cause a species Of light" said |
dislop.
well thank heaven, though we are
ar out of our course, that blast has
lone no more than wet our storm
ackets and scrape some of our paint
IT,"
1--WE have come out of it uncommon
veil, sir" said Tom, as he stood with
lis feet planted firmly apart on the
eek, his hard brown hands grasping
he wheel. with the helm amidships,
S we were still before the wind, and
be light of the binacle faring upward
n his weather-beaten face, with its
TRANCE zebra-like stripes-at least, on
much of his grim visage as the peak
I MS sou-wester and scarlet cravat .
nat was round his throat and jaws ,
US to see. THE last time :
as IN such breeze was a pampero ;
III the mouth of the Rio de la Plata, :
Ut then We had our foresail split to
DDons, and the ship was canted over
q her beam ends, almost The main
Ill was blown right out of the mems =
ands, and Mapped in the sky like
lunder, while the craft-a five hum
req ton ship she was and all copper
lstened-was just on the point Of CAP =
ENG, when with a crash that made
IT hearts ache, snap went the jibboom
III topmasts off at the caps, just as d
ou'd break 'bacca-pipe at the bowl. "
ne r1ghted after that; but four of our v
ISL men were swept away to leeward,
ID never seen again. And now, Mas
Rodney, with all your book learn
g. or you, Master Hislop, with all IL
'urs' can you tell the why such things
Iornaooes, hurricanes, pamperos, and u
e IKE, are sent to torment the Door 81
lro-working fellows such as me?"
1 can' said Hislop, turning his O.
b It wet and weather beat b.
face to the steersman. fl
you can, sir" reiterated Tom loudlv II
ID incredulously. tt
Yes, in four lines. Listen: W
Perhaps this storm was sent with F
healing breath, tt
ON distant climes to scourge disease
and death; b
Is ours on Thine unerrfng laws to a
trust; OF
lth thee. great Lord-whatever is. is d'
just" ID
Faith, you are right, sir" said hon. W
Tom Lambourne, touching his tar as
nat in respect to the mate, mingled ra
ID that pfety which, in his own rug
4 way, seaman is never without W
OF