The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-29

said. shaking Sam.
But he showed no interest.
Its only something washing about
| the hold" he answered.
Lets shout, anyway" said. and
yelled as hard as could:
Help! Help! Help!"
Over my head there was an answer.
ing yell of startled fright, then foot
steps pounding aft and voice cry
ing:
"She's haunted. Get into the boat
for - sake!"
And that chap so frightened the
others that they piled into the boat
and started to pull away. But, after
recovering from their fright and as.
tonishment, they grew ashamed OF
themselves and came back.
Meantime had got hold Of a stick
and was rapping against the side.
Soon heard raps on the outside.
gave three raps and there were three
raps in answer. We kept that up for
few minutes. Then we heard a man
walking forward on the outside, and
soon a voice called:
I'm the name OF God, are you ghosts,
living men or the devil?"
We shouted that we were living
men, and asked them to get us out,
or we would not be living men very
long. The voice asked no questions
for few minutes as If incredulous,
and then some Of them got to work
with axes over our heads, while the
boat went back to the Ohio for more
men and axes.
They worked like Trojans, and cut
right through a frame bolt to make
a hole to get at us. When they broke
through, the eruption of imprisoned
air acted like a whirlwind, and the
water leaped through the hole in a
solid stream fifty feet into the air.
Small sticks which had been floating
in the forecastle whizzed by our
heads. One man was knocked over as
If by an explosion. They told us af-
terward that the released air gave off
sickening stencil.
The schooner settled two or three
feet, lurching as if she would turn tur-
tie completely, and the men chopped
away with redoubled energy. They
soon had a hole about nine inches by
eleven inches.
Rescue at Last.
Atwood, being slim, was pulled
through without trouble, but when /
got my head and one shoulder
through, / stuck. Four men got hold
Of me and pulled, and at last when
thought / would be pulled apart
came through, minus my vest and sew
eral strips of skin.
The schooner which four days be-
fore had beer. taut and trim was now
almost bottom-up, lying with her keel
six feet above the water and her
weather rail nearly wash. Her
mainmast was broken off and, far be-
low the surface. could see faint
shadow of canvas. We thought then
we were the only survivors.
Was it any wonder l thanked God
for my deliverance?
Capt. O'Dor said, "Come, my boy,
let me help you to the boat" and took
me by the arm. / thought l could
walk, took step and went tumbling
If it hadn't been for the captain
would have slid into the sea.
Aboard the Ohio they had made
ready for us. The cabin table was
loaded with everything to eat. But
we weren't interested in food; we
wanted water by the bucketful. They
gave US teaspoonful, and that only
put an agonizing edge on our thirst.
We pleaded wildly for more.
But they had realized our condition.
and kept us waiting for about fifteen
minutes, and then only gave us an
other spoonful. After what seemed
ages Of raging agony they began to
give us a spoonful every five minutes.
Needless to say, when was carried
home my parents we're beside them
selves with joy. AS they expressed it,
| was as one risen from the dead. The
news of our rescue spread up and
| down the shore, and was generally re-
ceived with unbelief. Many people
would not believe we had managed
to live so long in the capsized vessel,
and hundreds came long distances to
see us.
After reached home l developed a
high fever and my feet began to pain
me. l had no desire for food; In fact
l scarcely touched food for two days.
But l was still raging with thirst. I
wanted water all the time-milk or tea
was no good. / was allowed glass of
water every half hour, but 1t was four
days from the time we were rescued
before l got over that awful thirst
But my sufferings were not over
then. My feet panied me terribly, and
l couldn't sleep without narcotic, and
then only for a short time. DR.. Clark
who attended me said ten drops of the
narcotic would kill the devil. but I
was so crazy with pain and lack OF
sleep that I used to cry for big dose
every few hours.
And one afternoon, when mother
was out and the spasms Of pain were