New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-05-24

~ backward and forward from rock top to
water stood at rigid ''Tentionr beside their
nests and eggs. Myriads of snowy and sfivery
gray guils dotted every notch and Granny of the
brown rock walls with splashes of white. like
feathered snowdropS, fitted swiftly and ST.
lenty about various thieves errands. wisps
OF pied surf ducks, crimson billed oyster catch
ers. delcately pencilled dotterels and pearly
tinted terms Illed in the kaleidoscope picture IL
the sight of lifetime I shut my
eyes and 10 yet.
In the midst of our enjoyment ere we had
been the rock three hours. which seemed
scarce thirty minutes Captain jos suddenly
signalled to No breeze had risen. but the
advance ripples of u sea, raised by some storm
half way 10 Honolulu. had slipped in under and
passed US. and the sweet surf was roaring def
ance to our landing. Hastily collecting our
precious specimens we started down. only TO
find the waves beating over the ledge along
which had worked our way round the point
of rock from the landing place 20 the foot OF our
cliff gully. There nothing for IL but to
drop our rope straight down the other side OF
the shoulder and swing ourselves down ii. hand
low. This. with the lowering of our egg boxes;
guns camera. etc, took some little time and
we couldn't imagine what made indian Joe so
anxious to hurry board.
We soon found out however. for ten Hfnutes
vigorous pulling with the tide brought us in
plain sight of surf wall which had grown UP,
like Jonahs gouTd. six eight feet in half as
many hours. II wasn't attractive to look at, but
We were flushed with triumph over the rock
and ready for anything. moment we hung on
the tide. then at Captain Joe's kissing, Now
boysr' slap dashed at it! The stanch old
whaieboat shot up into the air Ike tnoTouSh-
bred hunter at Il fence a breathless plunge on
the other side. and could see the wall or III
rious water behind us
But horrors, 1t was coming after US 1t gained
on us every second. Should we never pull OUT
of that trough. The green terror astern was
too much for SolomOn's nerves: with gasp ne
turned his head wildly to gaze over his shoulder
for a soft spot TO be washed uP on instantly
he caught a crab. fouled the next mans oar
and the boat swung sidewise. Crash! came q
quarter Of q ton OF green water right over our
stern and half way up 10 our seats. bl1. came
ten tons of the next wave against our seaWaru
side rolling us like empty cracker par
rel Luckily the crab had knocked solomon
over on to his back in the bottom OF the BOAT
while his oar went floating out to sea Ihis
cleared the next mans oar: struggled INTO
our stroke again and under way before the
next wave caught us. r='--~ minutes later we
landed safe but excessively wet, especially Solo
mon who was still lying on his back, feet up IN
air i'm about nine inches Of water. His impress
sion apparently was that he had gone to the
bottom and was being drowned No sooner had
we nersuaded him out of this and got him on
his feet than a single glance at the IRE IN the
! captains eye sent him scuttlins ashore win
astonishing alacrity. Indian Joe was ready 70
scalp him. not much for nearly sWampinS tne
boat and drowning half of us. as for the exceed
I ing GOODNESS and wetness Of the quarter Ton or
Pacific Ocean aforementioned which had del
uged his broad shoulders he stood IN the
stern