The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1902-09-19
THE ACT or GOD
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BY JOHN FLEMING WILSON.


| stretched its lonely length across
the shoals Of Clatsop Spit. and before
Lightship No. so swung its glare over
the homing waves, a small, ill-found
steam-schooner was beating up into
the nor'wester, preparatory to scud-
ding into the Columbia river. The
afternoon darkened fast, and the
skipper was taking a look at the bar
in an attempt to satisfy himself that
he could make harbor before the
hight. His observations were not
reassuring: from his low elevation
: he caught the CLEAN of huge
combers racing from North Head
TO the low lands OF the Spit;
the bar was rough and consequently
dangerous.
He closed the spyglass with snap
and walked forward to the door of
the little engine room. "Jim," he
; 1rated, shut your hampers. Wen
! re On outside tonight"
mind yonr eye" said the skipper
Overwhelmingly.
Il can't do better with craft down
by the head" retorted the sailor
Grossly.
Clumsy" roared his superior, and
disappeared within the cabin.
Presently grlmy face followed by
o lank body emerged from the en-
CINE room. The newcomer viewed
the situation from under the pent
Of his greasy cap and turned to the
wheelman. I'm sick O. this" he
said; "ain't your"
you're right. / am sick Of 1t.
The old man is the worst ever saw.
He drives, drives. and he don't get
anywhere with 1t all. But what in
thunder can we do?"
I'm going to tell him right now"
continued the engineer, that I've no
mind to stew below decks all day
fussing with his tin-pot machine,
handling his dirty slab-wood, and then
be turned out to pull-h-ul the whole
night. It's going to be dirty weather,
too"
THE winds backin'," growled the
,aior.
$50 / reckoned. Its going to be
nasty night; and we could be inside
the bar in two hours
THE old man was just now looking
At the bar Reckon it's rough, or he'd
go in"
Not much. He owns this tub and
he isn't going to risk her except in
daylight, even il ii does mean you and
me working double tides" The en-
gineer frowned blackly and shook a
dirty fist at the captains closed
door. The other member of the crew,
. small, scantily-clad boy. came by
with a pot of coffee. Its SAVIOR
mounted to the nostris of both men
and did not mollify their temper
"The boy there he treats like dog
worse than dog" continued the
engineer with fresh rancor, "and he's
not fit for stand-up work like this"
"True enough" responded the
sailor, "but I'm sorry for myself.
i've been at this bally wheel since
:, sun-up, and the old mans got her
down by the head SOS she steers
like keg of nails"
Their sense Of injury did not grow
less by discussion. and il was not
long till the engineer asserted that
be was going "to knock on" The
sailor ruminated awhile, with his
gaze fixed upon his superior II am
going to quit" said the latter
peevishly
The sailor passed lashing around
the wheel. When this was fast he
ioucbed forward, saying simply: I'm
With you"
The engines, which had not been
stopped, were working slowly and
more slowly as the steam pressure
went down. No sail was abroad cx-
sept a head sail, and now that the
wheel was abandoned, the Katie fell
on and lurched heavily against .
zee.
"Herc, you'll" shouted the captain,
tumbling on deck, ''mind your"
He ceased abruptly when he saw
Me wheel dashed, and left TO its own
evices. Instantly he ran forward