The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-12-07


siancing frequently to the northwest
from which the wind blew strong and
cold.
It was. according to my remembrance,
past nine o'cl ck that the steady pres
sure OF the wind fui.ed. In Its place +
came gusts, fierce and uncertain, spaced i
with lulls Of restless calm. Ignorant as |
/ was of sea weather, began to grow
uneasy. There seemed menace in the |
dark, mysterious wall of cloud to wind
ward, rampant edged with silver from
the moon. Motfonless 1t hung like a
heavy curtain that at its rising would re-
veal some monstrous spectacle. For the
first time / realized the insignificance
of our boat, its loneliness amidst the hur-
rying wastes of the sea, and my anxiety
passed into alarm. 1t was about this
time that my nausea suddenly left me.
This was a geeat relief to me, for was
we'll aware that an excess of sea-sickness
may result In serious prostration.
II was In one Of the lulls have men-
toned that Isaac gave my cousin the
helm and with his mans assistance low
cred the sail on the smaller mast Mt the
stern which, believe, Is known nautical
" as the jigger. They also reefed the
larger canvas on the foremost. The
Agnes Jane, which was now not more
than four hundred yards away, showed
no sign Of following our example.
"Mark Pennyfold must be mazed,"
said Isaac on his return aft. "E must
| have zeen us were chasin' e, yet e gives
we no chance O. speaking Inn; and now
q be CHANGING his boat by carrying on
| with that press O. zail. Place to keep thy
| hand ON the tiiisr, EUR"
| The little Cornishman rolled forward
| to where sat, and stood, making hol-
| low of his hands. A great stiffness held
| the sea and air, save for the whisper
of the gliding waves.
"The Agnes Jane, ahoy!'
| He drove the words over the black
/ waters like the blast of trumpet.
THE Agnes Jane, ahoy!'
/ Again he called, and this time there
came an answering voice.
i shelpv' it cried-the one woodland
/ was silent. We waited, but that was all.
at is no good, Treherne," said my
cousin. '"They have an ugly customer on
board who does not mean to be taken.
He has his pistol at their heads as like
as not. They must take their chance
Of
His words were lost In stirring note
like the throbbing of giant harp-string
i note that rose to shrek and then
melted into a rafting, drumming roar
the uttermost diapason Of the storm
wind. For some seconds we heeled over
40 that could have dipped my face II
the bubbling waters; and then, slowly
. gathering way, we shot forward threugl
the flying spray, with Treherne yelling
| to his man in tones that even outsoundet
the squall itself.
We were upon her almost before ! re
allied the disaster that had befallen hen
l caught a glimpse of the level line o
timbers about the keel, the red sail
, awash in streaks of kissing foam; an
then / saw my cousin lean out and grt
a something in the water. For me-
ment l thought he would be dragged froI
|, the boat, but Isaac, letting go the tile
! circled his legs with a pair of muscula
4 arms and held on like the little bulldo
he was. With three great heaves Or.
den lugged the dripping thing he hel
I to the boats edge; with fourth b
= landed it fairly on board. The Agne
!, Jane had gone, and with her the info
!, tunate men she carried-save Marns
a only.
Thus Fate in its own strange MAINE
- had given him to us at last!
= Shouting like a mailman, started Z
wards the stern, where my cousin wa
bending over the huddled body he ha
!. saved. But even as l did SO sa'
. | n black mass, crested and streaked wit
: / Kissing white, rush up from the obscarit
!. to windward. For space 1t seemed
L n l.