The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-09-05

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lips. Then he scrambled up a cTag and
looked far out across the sunlt sea.
There was the great waste Of sea with
brown hillOCks Of islands jUtting up
here and there. As near as he could
tell, he was on one Of them; which one
he did not know. Around him lay the
gray sagebrush relieved by the faunt-
ing red Of the Indian Paint Brush. The
only sign Of life was a green lizard sun
ming itself on a rock below. Beneath he
saw some timbeTs, the wreckage Of his
boat.
on scrambling down he Teeled, and
barely caught himself. when he realized
diZZily that ne had not tasted food since
the day before The man dragged the
boards higher up on the shore, then went
back for a drink. The wateT-hOle was
dry. Instantly he became possessed Of
a raging thirst. He ran wildly among
the rocks, but saw no signs Of water.
Then he remembered that the islands
Of the lake did not possess fresh water.
He espied a blue pool at the bottom Of
/ a rayine. He climbed down the sheer
side of a cliff, terribly decorating his
hands, only on reaching it to find the
basin encrusted with salt and the water
/ ike I've in his throat. The maroon
threw himself face downward and buried
! his head in the hot sand.
How long he lay there he did not
/ know, but when he rose the afternoon
sun was slanting over the pitiless sea.
He looked at the hooking water, then
/ laughed. The hollow laugh came back
I from the rocks and struck his ears. I'D
/ better search while I can walk he
muttered, as he tOtteTed along the
beach.
Tt seemed as If he had gone miles. He
saw no signs of life except sCreeching
white gulls that tapped their wings
above him, and a cOiled RATHER in the
shadow Of a salt bush. Ahead of him,
as behind him, lay the desert, so in the
/ cool Of the evening he turned and me-
/ chanicaIly retraced his steps.
Lights Signal Fire.
The shipwreckad mariner heaped up
/ the debris Of his boat into a pile, and
with the salt-encrusted matches from
| his vest pocket set it afre. As the
! flames cracked up, he vainly hoped that
/ someone would see the smoke of his
/ signal fire and come to his rescue.
As the last embers died away in the
gray dawn, he felt a duh throbbing in
his throat. His mouth was now so
parched he could scarcely speak.
He took off his white shirt and with a
/ charred. stick wrote on it:
Here died John DaIlin,
who was shipwrecl1ed on
this Island July Is, 1880.
He fastened this with boulders on a
huge rock facing the lake, where it fut-
/ tered ike white flag of peace. On
/ scraps of his Undershirt, which he tore
/ to shreds, he wrote Lost" Ship
/ wrecked" his name and the date, and
/ fastened them to clumps of sagebrush.
/ He did not tell the date of his DEATH
nor where to find his body. He Won
! dered vaguely how much longer it would
/ last.
| "A blaze upon the waters TO the east,
/ A blaze upon the island overhead
A blaze upon the waters to the west;
/ And again the scarlet shafts of sunrise;
/ But no sail"
After that he knew no more.
The next morning two horsemen
/ picked their way down the barren
! slopes, keeping a wary lookout for a
wildcat that had been making depreda-
1 tons on their cattle. One of the men
/ reached over and hicked something
/ white with his whip. He held up to the
/ astOnished gaze of the other a piece Of
white cloth, on which was scrawIed the
/ one word. Lost"
What's iost?" he asked laconicalIy.
John Dallin," the other cried dis
playing his find.
Perhaps that other flag Of truce over
there win give some further informa-
ton"
It did, ''was shipwrecked."
Wen, why didn't the guy walk across
the island to his frien6s?" muttered the
cattleman. Guess it's up to US TO find
his bones"
A fourth slip informed them that it
was July Is"
Great Scott! and today's the s1st.
Why, that's only three days agol He
must be still aliveW
After two hours search they found
him, lying on the ground, stripped to