The Aberdeen Democrat. (Aberdeen, South Dakota) 1???-1909, 1904-01-15

Ia ~HiltIe, uH:Sneu the DOS II,
sourly. IT'S up to us to do it by dead
reckoning. AT least we can keep off
a lee shore. Maybe by tomorrow they
the pointed a scornful thumb over his
shotlder1 will be wise enough to take
a sight and navigate the ship. Keep
your eyes open and don't let her get
away from you"
So the Oracle Jackson came into the
hands of her u%ntutored~ crew, and
while the skipper and his mate SUM
Dered on the saloon deck the thread of
smoke ceased to blow from her slender
funnel and two sails We're set to give
her steerage way. Thus she swung
drunkenly on her unknown course,
staggering, pitching, reeling 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
neck@ in vain to catch a glimpse of the
waves that roared in the darkness.
Night blanketed the ocean and
nocked the scanty beams of the lights.
The watery steam poured hoarsely
through the whistle as the bos'n
pulled the ord 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 eNhOrt-
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 shlilly.
In the end they started the engines
again, and by the aid of a headsail
kept the almost uncomfortable steamer
from falling into the trough and
laundering. It's all off f We don't
make SINE port might" 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"
eve ought "a throwed the liquor
over the side" mumbled the bos'n
through lips bleeding from the stineing
brine. Il thought they were too full
to lush any more"
Steward nd me just tried t wake
EN- up" the engineer went on. "'Nd
the mates past talking Still
Il reckon it nd do us a heap of good
TO have a drink of that same growled
a sailor, ayidly.
mo you DON'T" yelled the bos'n.
distractedly, mo liquor for you. My
God! Amt we 'ad enough?"
"Hells wide open for them guz-
%zlers,' said the engineer in chilly rage.
TIL old man was a 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.
THE Old mar always stuck right by
him, though. Always held him his
job. Always stood between him and
him. Always said he was a smart sea-
man, and never let on to the wner
that he drank. Now he's got his pay,
and we're drawing it along of him.
Look at that"
The group looked as the bos'n 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 maj
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 it's huge
HanJy an1 fhor u G tha wniuht 0f II
throttled her, the men in the pilot
house threw themselves together on
the wheel and chung there.
The bos'n was the first to get back
his power of speech. Were going
ashore!" he shouted.
The engineer looked a question, and
a sailor tossed him an explanation:
THAT was a breaker in shallow water
AS they waited for the next, while
the engineer yelled down the engine
room s~peaking-tube, the door leading
from the cabin opened. 1t 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. s'Steam!" he ordered. thick
ly. Were goin' Shore. Steam!"
The throb of the engines changed to
a 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 off his jacket
and shirt till he stood before them
naked to the waist. Then jumping be-
tween them with a Numbered order
he drove the spokes around and the
Oracle bucked over q low, scudding
wave that had sucked her down till
the brine dubbed in over the sill Of the
p~ilot-house doors.
For an hour the steamer held her