The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-11-23
Our Daily Sport Story

Dane stood holding the lee rigging to keep his feet, and his flat. expression less face turned toward the wind.
 My ladder in der storm was drowned" he said to me. Perhaps he felt a grim satisfaction in dying as his father did.
 The captain glanced to leeward. gaze to the wheel
 Lash it and come below" he said in sharp voice.
 'sirT' bawled Bobbitt,, not trusting his ears.
 The captain strode over and with a line lashed down the wheel.
 "All hands come down in the cah- in," he said: we'll die together. weIl strike in a half hour at most"
 We trooped down the compsnion after the captain. Leaving the wind stuffy. It caught my lungs and I felt It difficult to breathe. Besides. I didn't .care to die that way, like rat in a trap.
 The captai ndrew a piece of plug tobacco from his trousers pocket and began chipping 1t on the cabin table.
 ''Twenty-ive minutes" he said. as if talking to himself, 'Just enough time for a pipeful.'
 He crammed the tobacco into his pipe and lit it; then he offered the plug to Bobbitt, who shook his head.
 Curse the luck growled Bobbitt. stamping his foot viciously, If I'd Ayres I'd a missed this"
 My fader was drowned in der storm" said EIoltzen. as if he was quoting some passage from a book. His fathers fate seemed uppermost in his mind.
 "rd die e heap harder" remarked the skipper, blowing a cloud of smoke, If 1t wasn't for a snug insur- ance of my life, and knowing the old woman and the little one Il have enough to pull along with.'
 Well" said Bobbitt. recklessly, the whole Babbitt family goes down when I go. thank God. I leave mo- body to cry and nobody to starve."
 remember my own sensation. was simply inert. looked forward to nothing but an end. and vaguely wished 1t was over. I was sorry for nothing. expected nothing but death, and yet | had been carefully brought up and well catechised as to the future state of man.
 The old woman and the little one are eatin' turkey and mince pit to- day" A sharp twang coming above the hurly burly on deck interrupted the skipper. He started and lay his pipe on the table. It rolled to star board instead of to port, as 1t should have rooled for the list of the schoon- CT was changing. "On deckT scream ed the captain. as he rushed for the ladder. We piled on his heels. It was dark as a pocket on deck and there was a wind on deck-the most welcome wind that ever blowed. sweet CT than a zephyr to a parched traveller on a desert. for it was coming from the sou'west.
 Then four men who were ready to die, sluggish and hopeless worked like beavers for the life they had felt was practically ended A storm rail was rigged to the foremast. HoItzen again grabbed the spokes of the wheel. The old schooner, as encouraged as the men who fought with her. an- swered her helm, and with the wind growing in force and slipping toward west. we got her nose away from the Diamond shoals straight for the open sea.
 The wind did not stay west It shifted to nor'west and came as great guns. A friend that wind was. though a rough one. He had an edge to him that bit and he flung the snow pits into ones open eyes which made the eyeballs smart, but he was a friend, and we hailed him joyously.
 We ate our Thanksgiving dinner of bread and water thankfully, the best we could have had to eat with an overturned galley and a drowned cook. but what mattered 1t with a nor'west wind and the Martha Dawes headed for the open sea.