The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-01-29
THE WRECK OF
THE COD-SEEKER
By COLIN M'kAY

tie. They got up on the side. and
rove lifeline between the fore and
main CLAIM plates to hold on by. In
this position they were exposed to the
scourge OF the wind and spray. and
now ana then heavier sea, making
clean breach Of hulk, would stamr
rlght over them. But they held on
ana you may imagine that after day.
llght they searched the bowling seas
with eager eyes for sign of sail.
AS the morning wore on the buffet.
1ngs OF the seas, the numbing cold
began TO tell on their strength, and
along ABOUT noon q towering comber
bursting over them swept one poor
fellow, Crowell Nickerson by name,
from the lifelines, and he was drown.
ed bofore the eyes Of his mates, pow
erless to help him. His body became
entangled in some cordage, and hung
to leeward.
Naturally this tragedy affected the
spirits Of the survivors. They watch.
ed the towering surges rushing down
upon them with new fear In their
hearts, each man thinking that per-
haps the next big sea would sweep
him to his death. But soon they
learned the calmness and the courage
OF despair. Will Kenney, as a re-
QUEEN to the dead man to leeward. be-
gan to sing:
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly"
All the men Joined In the good old
song.
And then, just as they finished the
last verse, Will Kenney cried: Look!
Look! A sail!"
The schooner sank into a trough.
The men waited, their hearts in their
mouths. And when she rose again
all saw the sails of schooner swing
ing out of the mist hardly half mile
to leeward
Knew Nothing Of Rescue.
1t was the Matchless, and the men
ON her had already sighted the wreck.
Tack by tack she beat up to windward
and then her big seine-boat was
manned. It dropped under the lee Of
the wreck, and the men were picked
off by being hauled through the sea
with line about their waists.
The Matchless picked up her boat
without mishap, and then, because
it was blowing a gale Of wind with a
heavy driving mist making it impossi-
Bile to see any distance, she was hove
to for the night.
Next morning, the weather having
moderated, she made sail and at three
o'clock in the afternoon stood into
Clark's Harbor with the Stars and
Stripes flying at her masthead as a
sign to those on shore that she had
accomplished her mission.
Meantime Atwood and l, inside the
hulk, knew nothing of this rescue, and
nobody suspected that we were alive.
AS Thursday dragged along we be-
gan to feel the pangs of hunger and
thirst, and our flesh began to feel be-
numbed, the result Of our frequent
cold baths. But we dared not move
from our perches. In spite of it all l
would fall asleep and dream of the
disaster, or of home and loved ones
and then awaken with start to a
keener fear and horror of our plight.
The time dragged along and, as the
thirst took fiercer grip on US, we
ceased to feel the pangs of hunger.
Our tongues swelled and burned; grip.
ing pains took us by the throat; our
muscles ached as il pricked with hot
r1yc HoV13no
water, suffered more than Atwood,
and that afternoon grew so wild ]
cut the ends of my fingers and sucked
the blood. But that did me no good.
When Saturday morning came we
were half stupef1ed with suffering.
Several times we talked of dropping
| into the water and drowning ourselves
| And always the temptation to drink
the salt water was strong upon us
But we kept our heads; we hoped
against hope that we would be res.
cued, and determined to hold out as
| long as we could.
| That afternoon the long swell began
to subside. The schooner grew quiet
er, and ceased to duck us, and the
fever Of our bodies dried our clothes
The fact that the swell was going
down brought us face to face with 6
new cause of fear-the fear that soor
there would not be sufficient trough
to the sea to cause the main hatch
to blow, and give us fresh air.
But we did not worry greatly ove1
the prospect of being stifled for lacl
of oxygen; we had about exhausted
our capacity for fear; we were too
sick and miserable generally to bt
much troubled by the appearance O
new peril.
After Saturday noon it was just sui
fering and endurance. We seldom
talked; our parched Threats ant
swollen tongues made speech painful
and our voices sounded weird and un
natural. Nor did we think much. Mos
Of the time we lay as in stupor Nov
and then we dreamed of beautiful ship
all around us, all coming to our res