The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1906-03-28
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| dered TO his seaside home at Shel
bourne. and he talked affectionately o
his father and mother. He pleaded
with them TO take him from thu
clutches of the man who would no
give him food or drink. He snatchet
up the pitchfork and made a savag,
lunge at Matheson. Twice he CAM
! near striking the man who twice ha,
rescued his from drowning. The dor.
swayed and came near swamping al
Matheson grasped the fork and got i
away from his wild dory-mate.
"You can't keep me here. I'm goinl
home" yelled Hemmeon, and with {
wild leap he cleared the dory secOnt
time.
Fortune seemed to play with thu
youth, for he came to the surface clost
by the dory. Matheson was barely
able to grab the boy by the hair ant
pull him abroad as he was losing hi:
strength. Hemmeon lay unconsciou:
in the bottom of the dory.
This exciting episode had just been
completed when Matheson made out
the lights of steamer, which appeared
TO be not more than a quarter of d
mile away. With all the strength OF
his parched and aching throat he yelled
for help. His shouts were apparently
heard, for the steamer slowed down
For fifteen minutes he yelled. The
parched throat and unnOurished sys.
TEN could muster but a faint sound,
which, as the minutes of desperation
wore on, grew fainter and fainter.
Then the lights of the steamer began
TO grow dim and it passed out OF sight.
During the night Hemmeon, whom
his companion had given up for dead,
again revived, and with brief moments
of consciousness, sang and talked with
his parents, who appeared in his de.
lirium. Saturday morning came clear
and fair. The sea had moderated to a
regular swell. During the forenoon
three sailing Tessels and two steamers
were sighted, and TO each Matheson
rose in his dory and waved with all
his strength his oilskln perched on the
top of the fork. Sometimes it seemed
that his signal had been seen and that
rescue was at hand, but each time the
craft kept on their way.
Matheson had high hopes of rescue.
rs he knew that he Yves still in the
course of ocean traffic. 1t was at 2.20
o'clock Saturday afternoon that Mathe.
son sighted a sail directly 10 laeward,
and in the course in which he was
drifting. After half an hour he was
able to make out the forms of dory.
men, and he knew that his signal Of
distress had been seen at last. Wild
with joy, he tried to stir his uncon-
scious companian, but without sue.
cess. 1t was 3.15 o'clocL when Cap.
tain Gethro Nickerson of the schooner
Flora ). Nickerscn drew his craft
the dory.
Matheson, who tipped the scales at
200 pounds when he lef. on the fish.
ing trip. MS still game. When lie got
aboard, he ssked for water, and with
out stopping drank one and half
Quarts. Later, he Joined m the best
spread the fishing schooner afforded,
eating his first morsel ir 102 hours.
After a long sleep, Hemmeon was
revived, and given little Jamaica
ginger. He was still delirious, and
said he would not haul another trawl
and was going home. Even in the
cabin of the Nickerson, on his way to
port, he fought feebly with the men,
saying they had ill-treated him. Sat!
urday night the Flora Nickerson set
all sail and started for this port.
So near as Matheson can figure. he
was driven 200 miles by the gale Of
Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
The Browns fishing banks are off the
Nova Scotia coast, and the men were
picked up on the southwest part Of
Georges banks, $50 miles southeast Of
Cape Cod.
Though Hemmeon is but eighteen
years old, he has been fisherman for
three years. He comes from Shell.
bourne, N. S, where his parents, broth
ers, and sisters live.
Matheson was born in Sweden, and
came to this country when ten years
old. He has been 4 fisherman most Of
his life and for many years sailed out
of Gloucester on Grand Bankers.
He said this morning: 1T was GER
tainly tough experience. Yes, 1 have
got good constitution. but that does
little good when fellow is without
money. 1 probably have lost thirty
pounds during the last five days. 1t
is the first time l was ever lost from
a vessel any length of time. and !
hope it is the last"
Matheson is very modest fellow,
and his experience appears to lin to be
only one of the many things through
which a fisherman must pass in ais
dangerous work. He lives at No. 800
Hanover street, and is unmarried
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