The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-01-21

a lamp post, and then with many UNI
complimentary remarks threw the dead
cur into the house from which it had
emerged. Then he bound up the girl ;
bleeding leg with his handkerchief and
took her home-and from then began a
very happy friendship with the Her
rera family.
Il am glad to see you. Tom" said
Mrs. Herrera. You can take my let
ter to your aunt instead of my posting
it. Now Tom, 1 am sure you want 10
take Carmen to the battery can see
il in your eye. But you must not. 1t
is altogether too hot, and l am sure
that 'sOutherly' is coming on.
"Oh, no, not until tomorrow, MRS.
Herrera" said Tom, who was fairly
weather. wise; its not hot enough for
'southerly burster' today, is it, Car
men?"
Hardly, 1 think, Tom," replied Car
men demurely,
Carmen" said her mother placidly,
''go downstairs and tell Florence TO
make tea. Tom, you are not going to
take Carmen out, and bring her PACK
with her hair and eyes filled with
'sOutherly burster' dust. Now, sit down
and tell me all about poor old Captain
Ryder
After staying for an hour, Tom said
Goodbye" and proceeded to the bat
terry, where he remained until O'Clock,
watching the firing, and then went 10
the wharf, where he kept his boat Inc
provisions he had bought had arrived,
and were in the care of the Wharhnger,
who helped him to stow them IN the
boat. Besides the fresh meat ana pro
visions, there were some gardening
tools for the gardener at the crow 8
Nest" and an awkward and heavy roll
| oR lob long
slowed under the thwarts; but after
some trouble it was placed so that 1t
would not interfere with the jib and
mainsail, nor the SOULS, If they mad TO
be used. By the time everything was
slowed Sam Buttle and his friends
came up in their boat.
you are not starting a bit too soon"
said Gable, the wharfinger, to Tom
There's a heavy sOu'Wester brewing,
AMI you have rather too much or load.
I think, after all, that you had better
leave the oilcIoth and tools behind"
But Tom differed with him, both as
regards the sOuthwesterly and the boat
being too deep, and so he started,
gentle air taking both boats out of CIR
cular Quay, as far as Farm Cove, and
then it suddenly fell calm.
Gable was right, after all, sam
cried Tom, and he pointed astern; we
shall get it hot in another ten minutes
You had better reef down, Sam, before
if is too late" And so saying, he stood
uD and unshiDped the spirit Of his own
/ sail from the beckett. Tegretting now
that he had dfsregarded the wharfing-
! er's advice.
Buttle and his companions were some
/ time in reefing their large sails, for,
! curiousIy enough, three out Of the four
/ lads, unlike most Sydney boys, were
not used to boats, and got in each
| others way to such an extent that
| finally Tom sculled up alongside and
went on board and showed them what
/ to do He was not a minute too soon,
/ for it was now dark, and suddenly a
/ hot gust of wind came sweeping down,
and both boats heeled sharply over
/ to it.
Better lower away the peak, Sam.
! shouted Tom, jumping back into his
/ own boat; quick, lower away, or you
/ may lose your mast" And as he spoke
the squalI came down upon them in
/ earnest and enVelOped them in thick
| binding dust, and Toms little craft,
! heavily loaded as she was, leapt for
ward and passed the other boat in the
! darkness. The occupants had not been
quick enough in lowering the peak OF
! the mainsail, and they were evidently
/ in a great muddle when Tom passed
]
/ that they would come TO no harm
/ the boat was a center-bOard, of great
! beam, like all the Sydney fishing boats,
/ and unless they ran her ashore in the
| darkness they had nothing to fear. But
/ for himself he did feel somewhat con-
/ cerned. for in ten minutes after losing
! sight Of Butte and his friends the VIC
/ lence of the wind, eXertlng itself
/ against the strong flood tide, set up a
| rough and dangerous sea for a small
/ boat. and although he had now taken
/ in the mainsail-at the imminent risk
! of broaching to and filling-and the
little craft was under the jib only, she
/ began TO take in water so much that
/ he, with one hand on the tiller, could
not bale it out fast enough.
aunt Christmas oilcloth will have
t to go to the sharks he said TO him
! self; but how I am going to get 1t
/ overheard I don't know
/ By this time the darkness was in
! tense, and although he guessed that
/ he was now abreast % Sirius Cove, he
/ had no other course but to run before
/ the storm. II he could but sight the
/ lights of the lightship on the Sow and
Pigs reef he would be able to run the
J boat ashore on the beach of Watson
bay. If he missed seeing them he
might drive through the Heads into
| the open sea,
Suddenly, even through the bowling
OF the wind. he heard the sound of
beating surf, and dimly discersed the
dark outline of Shark island a few
hundred yards away on the starboard
hand Risking being Swamped, he ran
under its lee, where there was some
shelter from the wind, and then bring
ing to. Exerting all his strength, he
succeeded in "f1eeting'' the heavy roll
of oiIcloth overheard into what he
hoped was shallow water, where 1t
might be recovered. Then as the boat
pitched and tossed and rolled about, he
cut open the three hundredweight bag
Of flour and began shoveling the con-
tents over the side with the bailer, I'M
til it was half empty, and he was able
to pour out the remainder and throw
away the soddened bag after it.
Aunt Christina will break her heart
over this" he thought, as he took up
the light SOULS, determined. now that
there was no more water coming in
board, to try and get on shore on the
| lee side of the rock-bound island-a