Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1905-04-27

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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 un-
der the silent, motionless surface the
tide was loosening the foes inch by
inch.
Standing on a point that jutted out
into the bay boy of about Is years
looked long and anXiOusly toward SOL
itary shanty two miles from land,
perched on spiles in the very middle OF
the white plain.
Funny can't see anything Of him."
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 IN
get back to shore if he were to escape
the ice shove. -..s
Capt. Rutland knew 1t even better
than his son did, for from the shanty
could be seen a vast barrier OF Ice piled
into hills ten and fifteen feet high by
tide and wind. Capt. rutland knew
we'll that when this mighty mass began
to move, as it might at any moment
when the tide began to run strongly, Ii
would make the worst "ice-shove" Of
many years. and that strong as his
shanty was, there was ample reason to
fear that it might be crushed
But he was helpless to escape, for q
beam had fallen on his leg and broken
1t that morning.
lie 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 flat-bottomed thing,
barely big enough to hold two men, ana
it carries a great mainsail and jib. On
its bottom are metal runners, one 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 It's
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 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 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 never entered his head. He
trimmed in his sheet and sped straight
for tie little black shanty.
Over and over again he struck much
ice ;hat made a half solid, half liquid
mixture, through which even the won
derful scooter hardly could go. Once
big foe broke away with 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 sailor boy, anG
he reached the shanty at last, soaked to
the skin, but safe.
"Just in time Jim. good boy" said his
father. 1--WE haven't minute to spare.
The shove is on, and the shanty IL going
to 80. Hsrry and help me to crawl to
the boat
They did hurry, but even as the
scoster got under way again there came
dull rurab:,, like that of a heavy