Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-09-21

the telltale screwed into the cabin Selling.
This, like the hanging lantern, was be-
g-imed by white deposit from the sxplo-
sion, but, on clearing it with my palm, l
found we were heading II orth by east, or still
going stern on toward the south.
So matters went till sunrise, the wind
growing fresher as the time sped, and at
last, while Ames and myself were putting
the cabin into some shape and the girl had
gone to overhaul the pack of provisions, l
heard her give great cry, and rushed to
the deck to find its meaning.
It was no alarm. She was standing by the
fore shrouds looking at the sudden trans
formation which had come over the face of
Nature. Often have seen the sun rise,
tut never did it appear in such grandeur
of pearl and grays. The glory of its COM
ing was none the less for the lack of vivid
coloring. The fog had rolled off as rolls a
curtain, and to :he east and north lay piled
in towering masses ranging from thunder
GUS backness to the opalescent clearness of
seashell. Through it's misty caverns shot
dazzling shafts Of sunshine, which wavered
and played over the face of the bank like
the tremulous Shifting of the northern
lights. Astern, clear as far as one could see,
lay the ocean blank of all sail, the small
summer waves glinting back the strong
light from the east. 10 the west and over
our larboard beam stood out the green
heights of Staten island, and under their
shelter I marked two heavy ships of the
line, while toward Sandy Hook lay two
others with sails furled and at anchor.
Gravesend bay also held one, a mammoth,
ship was alert No more were in sight, and
7 ,,>orva1ol that bal no Lat &c
the feet, thinking, naturally, that most of
them had gone up the bay and must have
lain close to our track. Little knew that
the bulk of Lord Howe's fotilla had sailed
east the day before, and thus openeS the
path that otherwise would in all likelihood
have been blocked. But so it was, and
later knew we had the French to thank for
having drawn them away.
Doubtless we were marked by hundred
eyes on board those about, but the levia-
thans were powerless to harm us, their
very size and ponderosity Stacking them
against quick action. Close aboard and on
our starboard beam lay the white sand spit
CT the lower island which goes far to make
New York harbor the haven it is. and once
past this wilderness of beach, now known as
| Nortons Point, we would be on the sea-
With shout of relief almost delirious
sprang forward and mastheaded both jib
and staysails, while Ames jumped for the
main sheet and drew it in. 1t was the first
inkling l had that he was anything of
sailor, and the knowledge was mighty well
come. Slowly we came about until the
schooner nosed into the west wind, and then
he ran to the helm while l caught the
6raught with the headsai to help her get
ting past the point of ''irons;" then l be-
| layed both jib and staysail sheets.
| But of what use are these details? Enough
| to tell that presently we were slipping east
ward and past the Dry Romer the sails
swung wing-on wing, and an air, which
| turned to a calm as we fed, pushing us
from over the taffral and toward the rising
| sun.