The log cabin Democrat., 1906-12-13
4 Yarn from Jim Bonnet
BY ], C, plUMME R,

 said Jim, ''for the reason that l don't like being thought liar. If a man calls me one l know what to do. but when he thinks I'm one I cant have a reason for pluggin' i'm. Now, in telling this here yarn I've no cause to lie for I don't figger very big in it and besides if anyone of you ever meet Paul Stowman he'll tell the same yarn: for why? Because he was on the bark, too. But here's the yarn: The Phoebe Clement was bound, in ballast, from Boston to Savannah where she would load lumber for the La Plata. When we made our last squint at Cape Cod the wind was fair nor west and it kept in that quarter un- til we were off Long Island then 1t came out strong from the nor east.
 It kept gettin' wuss all the way down and jest as we had got past the Virginia capes it fairly split It. self. Capt. Snow made big mis- take in not putin into Hampton Roads when he'd a chance and l guess he knew it, too, but 1t was too late. Work as we did. and a man works spry when he's tryin' to live a little longer, we found the wind and the drift was surely pushin' us on them bloody Diamond Shoals.
 Capt. Snow was good navigator and he handled that bark under close reeled tops'ls as well as any man could, but he had a most unreasonable craft in the Phoebe Clement. She never wanted to do anything that was asked of her and then when a man has a square rig ger on 10 a lee shore he has job on his hands to get her off. When 1t comes to coastwise tradin' give me a fore and after.
 The skipper had brought his little son with him on this voyage. He was a taut little kid and all of us were fond of him. The captain had lost his wife and this little boy was the apple of his eye.
 When 1 heard the skipper mutt ter. poor little fellow, only y ten years old" then 1 knew he was thinkin' of the little boy down in the cabin and that he'd given up hope.
 It was just at dusk and things were desprit with us when l saw great green wave rolling down on us from win'ard. l shouts a warnin, and jumps into the fore rigging. The men in the waist saved them selves by grabbing whatever'd hold 'em fast, but the man at the wheel went over the rail as the bark heeled down the shock of that mighty wave. The skipper was clinging to the backstay but when he saw the man at the wheel go over he spran@ for the Spokcs Somehow he missed his hold and in a minute he was banged against the cabin house and swept over 1t into the sea
 had given up all hope and eX- pected to go plumb down with the bark. but she commenced to right slowly. Her fore and main Iop- masts had snapped like pipestcms and that cased her although the Spars were sIammin' against her side. Snowman ran to the wheel and we slid down from the rigging and began cutting and slashing at the mess of tangle of ropes which held the >pars to the vessels side.
 "Nhere'> the >kipper:" whispered the mate. to me.
 "Ile's gone overboard," replied, in a low voice.
 l wonder why 1t is that man al- ways speaks low when he's in danger of death. l suppose he's saving of his voice for excuses to God Almighty about the kind O life he's led.
 We were in an awful shape There wasn't enough of the lee rail left to make decent fire and both boats were smashed to pieces.
 What in Gods name are we goin' to do:" muttered the mate.
 "Why rig a storm sail in the main, sung out Stowman: for Gods sake do something 10 try save our lives.