Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1907-06-06

erect tombstones for lives lost at sea
these hidden sand bars would bristlel
with them. Not a winter months that
passes but vessels are driven ashore
here, and the wicked tides and windsl
scatter their tlmbers far and wide. The
Setuckit life saving crew have few
restful hours from October to May.
On the edge of one of these shoals.
just over in deep water, little
schooner lay at anchor, rocking andl
plunglng necessarily. Her sails wereI
down, and only one man was aboard.
Half mile away, just where the tail
Of the shoal made out into the chan
mel, two dories were moving slowly inI
parallel courses, trailing rope be-
tween them. The schooner was the
Lizzie: the man aboard her was Bar
ney Small, once a stage driver, butt
now, forced out of business by the new
railroad, back again at his old trade
wrecking. Captain Ezra Titcomb wasI
rowing one dory and Bradley Ncker-
son the other. They were "anchorI
dragging"
The two dories moved slowly down
the edge of the shoal, separated by al
distance of perhaps a hundred yards.
The line between them weighted with
a lead sinker at each end, was drag
ging along the bottom.
They were dragging for an anchor
lost by the coasting schooner Mary d.
a month before. She had been caught
by the tide, and the chain had been lett
go with a run. One of the hands
aboard-Eldredge by name-was an
Orham man, and he had had the pres
ence of mind to take the ranges"
which information he had sold to Cap
tain Titcomb for Il five dollar bill.
Bradley and the captain began row.
inc once more. They had gone hut
little way when. slowly but surely. the
dyies began to draw nearer to each
other Bradley, looking over the side
saw that the drag line" no longer
hung straight down, but, tightly
stretched by whatever vas holding it
on the bottom. led Oft diagonally
astern.
They kept on rowing easily, and ir
few minutes the pressure Oh the line
had brought the dories side by side
Then Bradley passed his end Of the
rope to his partner, who began haul
ing in with care. BY this operation
the shippers dory was soon brought
directly over the spot where lay the
hidden object Bradley rowed his own
boat alongside.
"Now, then" said Captain Titcomb
"let's see if she's got the right com
pleXion."
He leaned over the side and, taking
one end of the line in each hand,
pulled them tight and sawed vigorous
ly back and forth, thus drawing a sec
ton of the rope again and again under
the treasure trove below. Then he paid
out one end of the line and hauled in
the other until this section came to the
surface. 1t was marked with Il dull
red stain--iron rust.
The smaller end OF the way line" a.
stout rope tapering from one inch tol
to the drag line" and drawn down
and under the supposed anchor until
the latter was loolcd by it. Then the
messenger" an iron shackle or collar|
fastened by bolt or pin, was clanlped
about the upper parts of the loop. 10
this messenger was also attached Il
small cord.
The way line" was drawn tight, and
the heavy messenger" plunged out of
sight beneath the water. 1t slid down
to the end of the way line" thus hold
ing with tenacious grip the sub
merged object. They tested with the
messenger pulling it up with the
cord and letting it drop again. 1t
struck solidly and with the tingle "
metal against metal.
Bradley pulled down the Lizzie. Bar,
ney and he hoisted canvas enough to
give them steerage way, and the little
vessel ran alongside of the captains |
dory. Then the ropes were rugged
through the block in the fore rigging, |
and Bradley and Barney fitted in the
brakes of the clumsy hand windlass,
while Captain Titcomb stood by the
bulwark.
"H'ist awayw commanded the skip
per.
The windlass creaked the cable tight
ened and the blocks groaned as
heavy weight was lifted from the bot.
TOM A minute or two more and the
captain signaled to ease up.
Look at that" said Captain Ezra,
pointing. "What do you say to bell,
buoy frame?"
'Why, sure" Bradley's tone was al
disguised one. "Well, we've had our
work for nothing. That framework
isn't worth anything"
"'Tain't the stockin' that counts al
ways; it's what Santa Claus puts In.
side of It, l have a notion this Teller
may be a s'prise package. Hist
awayw
More of the wet rope came aboard.
Captain Ezra chuckled
81 guessed pretty nigh that time" he
muttered. Now, Brad, come here"
The iron frame, green with seaweedI
and trimmed with kelp and shells,
hung half out of the water. At Its
base, just above the battered and