The Tupelo journal., 1905-03-31

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houses and piers with chains, ropes
and spiles.
The ice was getting ready to move;
that is what the wailing and the BOOM
ing and the signing meant. Deep UNI
der the silent, motionless surface the
tide was loosening the foes inch by
inch.
Standing on a point that jutted u
into the bay a boy OF o Is years
| looked long and a~nXiously toward a Oh
itary shanty two miles from land,
perched on spiles in the very middle OF
the white plain.
Funny can't see anything OF MIN,
said the boy to himself.
Him" was mis- father, Capt. Ru-
land He had gone to his shanty, which
stood on the marsh by his oyster
grounds. to look after things, and jim
knew that it was high time for him to
get back to shore if he were to escape
the ice shove,
Capt. Rutland knew it even better
than his son did, for from the shanty
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into hills ten and fifteen feet high by
tide and wind. Capt. Rutland knew
well that when this mighty mass began
to move, as it might at any moment
when the tide began to run strongly, 1t
would make the worst "ice-shove" OF
many years. and that. strong as his
shanty was, there was ample reason to
fear that if might he crushed,
But he was helpless to escape. for a
beam had fallen on his leg and broken
it that morning.
He dragged himself into the shanty
and lay there so helpless that he could
not even hoist the flag at half-mast TO
signal for help.
Luckily his son Jim, small as he was,
did not need anyone to tell him that
something was wrong. He hurried along
the shore to the little cove where he kept
his tiny scooter.
The scooter is the queerest boat in the
world. 1t is a fat-5ottomed thing,
barely big enough to hold two men, and
it carries a great mainsail and jib. On
its bottom are metal runners, n along
each side of the keel. Where the ice is
strong and smooth the scooter skates
along exactly like an iceboat, except
that it is steered altogether with the
sails, because it has no rudder. But
when the scooter approaches open water
or wide cracks in the ice or very
thin spots that cannot support its
weight, it does not have to sheer off like
the ordinary iceboat, but heads at it and
dives straight into the water.
Fast as Jim worked, the tide was
faster. When he had sailed up and
slipped out of the cove he found a great
and alarming change in the fields OF
ice. Great cracks had opened in many
directions; the waiting and booming
sounds came more and more often, and
with each one a new crack would open.
Here and there whole foes novel
slowly. Toward the inlet the white field
was undulating. Jim knew that it was
a race for life then. He could have
turned back to shore easily. but the
thought lever entered his head. He
trimmed in his sheet and sped straight
for the little black shanty.
Over and over again he struck much
ice that made a half solid, half liquid
mixture, through which even the won
derful scooter hardly could go. Once a
big foe broke away with a crash and
a roar just as the boat was on it, and the
tremendous dip and roll, like that of a
falling iceberg, nearly overwhelmed the
tiny craft. But Jim was a sailor boy, and
he reached the shanty at last, soaked to
the skin, but safe.
Just in time, Jim, good boy" said his
father. I'VE haven't a minute to spare.
The shove is On, and the shanty is going
to go. Hurry and help me to crawl to
the boat"
They did hurry, but ever as the
scooter got under way again there came
a dull rumble, like that of a heavy