Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-08-10
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR AUGUST
THE SHIP OF SAND
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Casco roared. "Now it's our turn, Bullies-
hump
Bruised and battered as they were, the
courage of the indomitable mate reused the
life savers to superhuman efforts. The life
boat, blown in bodily, was wreck; but the
breeches buoy stood ready for business, and
they raced it down the beach to meet the
shifting position of the wreck. As they
toiled the roar of the wind changed from the
requiem that had haunted them to a song of
triumph, and the surf doomed the refrain:
She's bowling out O. Forty for to bury up her
bones!
Oh, the east winds whangin'. she's bound for
Davy Jones
"Not by jugful she ain't-not with Jack
Carney calm her so hard!7 Little Welsh
chortled, as the big booming Johnson and
the DULLES bore down on the big cable of the
breeches buoy. High over the maelstrom of
surf and rock, the heavy hawser ran to the
ship, a vortex of white where she lay, her
mast cracking under the strain.
"No ships mast'd stand that drag long,
Casco said. 3Hustle her, Bullies!'
Ships Bottom worked in a frenzy of hurry.
Blue-bloused Cinnamon were coming from
the mizzentop; but Jack Carney had dis
appeared from the deck, and with him the
brass buttoned skipper. The life savers
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every weather-beaten face. Some chatter
ing fear other than the peril they had just
escaped possessed the oriental sailors too.
They answered incoherently, all but speech
less from terror, when Casco turned sharply
on them.
3That settles it. He's hurt or in trouble.
We amt going to lose hirn!H Casco snapped,
bundling out the last of the Chinese crew.
No ships mast could stand up under the
terrible drag of the hawser and the storm
sail, threshing with the sound of cannon
shots. The call for volunteers was on Cas-
cos lips. Bodily Ships Bottom leaped for
the returning "bags' when hoarse shout
went up. They saw Carney rise from the
sea smoke with the dazed skipper draped
over his shoulder. A long knife slash in his
the seawashed deck. But Carney was not
thinking of that scratch when he fought his
way to the top.
@Heavy score, Skipper Camel he muir
INJURED. 3She's comm where you got to toe
the scratch! Hustle her, Bullies! We amt
over soon!'
The breeches buoy ran out in record time
and time pressed. Big rollers battered the
hulk, forging farther and farther on the
rocks. The long cable looped down, almost
to the sea. Clutching his captive, Carney
swung off, falling in a sickening swing down
the swaying hawser. In the spray of the
surf the two men disappeared. The drag on
the whip lines brought the life savers up all
standing. Then, drenched and dripping,
they came out of the sea. The shouting line
of men ran back-and the mast of the Morn
ing Star crashed down on the rocks.
"An' if that amt nip and tuck, | never
saw it," Little Welsh shouted as they
dragged the tangled bodies from the surf.
3That mad mate has way of Shawn death
and destruction an carryin' weight. Looks
like mebby Carney's chickens has come
home to roost, after all.
@Look, Men, look!- Carney shouted
@Listen!"
MEN were hurrying from the distant
W beaches,-life savers and Cinnamon
huddled together; brawny peajacketed men
who had cheated the sea: blue-garbed chat
tering figures, casting evil eyes on the sullen
sfipmaster. In the gloom of storm and sea
smoke the refraction of the driftwood fires
cast ghostly glow over sea and sky. A
wall went up from the Cinnamon, wild,
piercing, chilling the blood of the. beach men.
The pitch pine flames leaping higher and
higher, picked out strange shapes In the
gloom. Out of the shadowy sand dunes,
straight in from where the Morning Star had
struck, phantom fgurehead leaped from
the gloom, spectral ship blowing out of
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