The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1904-01-15

ceived their orders. 1--WE got to fetch
in somewhere" finished the bosn.
sourly. 'It's ur to us to do 1t ty. dead
reckoning At least we can keep off
lee shore. Maybe by tomorrow they
Che pointed, sccrnful thumb over his
shoulder) will be wise enough to take
sight and navigate the ship. Keep
your eyes open and don't let her get
away from YOU
So the Grasie Jackson came into tie
hands of her untutored crew, and
while the skipper and his mate slum-
bered on the saloon deck the thread OF
smoke ceased to blow from her slender
funnel and two sails were set to give
her steerage way. Thus she swung
drunkenly on her unknown course,
staggering, pitching, Keeling through
the beaded seas. Afternoon dimmed
into dusk; swirling fog and wind
wreathed her and smothered her till
the men at the wheel craned their
necks in vain to catch o glimpse OF the
waves that roared in the darkness.
Night blanketed the ocean and
Knocked the scanty beams of the lights.
The watery steam, poured hoarsely
through the whistle as the bos'n
pulled the cord in dread of an answer
from the invisible. The gale rose and
Numbered in the sails till the rigging
tautened to the breaking point. The
engineer stood by the helmsman and
prayed that he might be spared again
tc hear the throb of his engines in the
ships bowels. Other times he exhort-
ed his assistant to keep up steam
enough for the whistle and pumps.
Then when the strain was too great
they suddenly fell to talking shrilly.
In the end they started the engines
again, and by the aid OF headsa1l
kept the almost uncomfortable steamer
from falling into the trough and
laundering. ITS all off + we don't
make SINE port t'night," said the en-
gineer when the dawn glimmered.
M Goals Almost gone, an m engines
r lettering on tn plates, nd tn DRINKS
re drunkener n ever"
1--WE ought a throwed the liquor
over the side," mumbled the bos'n
through lips bleeding from the singing
brine. Il thought they were too full
to lush any more"
"Steward md me just tried t. wake
'em up" the engineer went on. IND
the mates past talking still"
II reckon it nd do us heap OF good
A.. hoo. . a,;n,> ~ +bot eamo" prOw1ed
sailor, avidly.
mo you don't!" yelled the bos'n,
distractedly.. mo liquor for you. My
God! Amt we 'ad enough"
"HelIs wide open for them guz-
zlers." said the engineer in chilly rage.
9TH old man was good sort till the
mate got a-hold of him. The mate
always was a bad one, anyhow"
80 he was," assented the bos'n.
sThe old man always stuck right by
him, though. Always held him his
lob. Always stood between him and
the fellows ashore that wanted to fire
him. Always said he was smart sea-
man, and never let on to the owners
that he drank. Now he's got his pay,
and we're drawing 1t along OF him.
Look at that"
The group looked as the bosn sprang
to the aid CT the man at the wheel. A
huge boiling wave rose straight up out
of the ocean, and scared in black mai
esty while the Oracle Jackson wal
lowed helplessly and her emptied sail
Slated uselessly. Still obedient to
her helm the little steamer turned
sullenly to mount this precipice OF wa
ter. She thrust her nose into its huge
flank, and then, as the weight of it
throttled her, the men in the pilot
house threw themselves together on
the wheel and chung there.
The bos'n was the first to gel back
his power of speech. Were going
! ashore!" he shouted.
The engineer looked question, and
| sailor tossed him an explanations:
''That was breaker in shallow water.
AS they waited for the next, while
the engineer yelled down the engine
room speaking tube, the door leading
from the cabin opened. It showed the
gray, sodden face of the mate. They
did not greet him. He stepped slow
" in, and they saw that he was wiring
ing wet. He slid across the deck to
the plunge of the ship, and pushed his
face out of the window. The day had
come in gloom, and the gray mist and
driving scud shut out all view q few
yards from the side. From the welter
to windward rose another wall of hiss
ing water and fell crashing on the
decks of the Oracle Jackson. The
mates face flushed, and he dragged
the men, thrown down by the impact
to their feet. Then he seized the
wheel and motioned to the engineer to
approach. "Steam!" he ordered, thick
ly. "We're goin' Shore. Steam!"
The throb of the engines changed to
steady beat, and the steamer found
herself for an instant. The mate
handed the wheel over to the bos'n
and a sailor, and tore of his jacket
and shirt till he stood before them
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