New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-12-01

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What wors Jon doang. Johnr
Il Iced plenty Mexican book" said
b calmly. Nov ! makee pull. -
obaigs him ! made way for him. and
~ crawlsd past each Other % the
door Of tho heaving dinghy. 40 took
the oars and began pulling with an
odd chopping sort Of stroke perhaps
learned In his youth on some sampan
that rode the waters Of his native
land. But for my own part since
fate seemed to be kind to me. after all;
I trusted his skill. such az 1t was. and
was willing to rest for time.
mo velly bad" said John judicially
after a time Pretty soon come In.
No doubt be saw the little Ore, now
beginning to light the beach. At any
rate. he. headed. straight, in. the seas
following. Keeling after On They have
their own ways. these people OF.
the east fancy John had run surf
before. At any rate, knew the water
now was shallow and that. perhaps.
one could swim ashore II be were
overset I trusted him to make the
landing, however, and he did It like
veteran.
"Au litee," remarked John amiably
and started for the fire. such being his
instinct not, with the purpose Of get
ting warm. but Of cooking something.
And In half an hour he had cup of
hot bouillon all around
Through the night there came con-
tinually the clamoring Of the wild fowl
in the lagoon back of us. and this
seemed to make the boys restless. 1t
was Jean LATTE, next, who poked his
head out from under the tarpaulin.
I've got the gun. all right" said he.
land lot Of shells. In the morning
Wen go out and get some of those
ducks that are squawking."
Yes. JEAN" said l. we're in one of
the best ducking countries on this
whole coast"
'That's fine We can live chiefly by
hunting and fishing. like it says in the
Biographies"
If the wind should Shift said l.
I'VE may have to do that for quite
time. l don't know whether the light
house keeper has boat or not, and the
channel lies between us and the light.
It makes out here straight to the gulf.
But now be quiet, my sons. and see
If we can't all get some sleep. I'll
take care of the fire."
I passed little apart to hunt for
some driftwood. my shadow. John, fol-
lowing close at hand When I return
ed found a muf1led figure standing
at the feeble blaze. Helena raised her
eyes. grave and serious.
1T was splendid" said she in low
tone of voice. addressing not SO much
myself as all the world. it seemed
to me.
"Get back in there and go to Sleep"
said I. And quietly she obeyed. so
far as might tell.
In the morning I could see the Belle
Helene still rolling at her anchor. I'M
easy. but still afoat, and in the day.
light and with iessening sea there
would be no great difficulty in board
ing her as We liked Presently the
others of the party were all afoot. 90
Gee, amt this 6ne!' said .L'Olop-,
nois. 81 never did think we'd be really
shipwrecked and cast away on a desert
island This is just like it is in the
books"
"Can we go hunting now?" demanded
Jean Lafitte. his mouth still full of ba.
con. "And will you come along? There
must be millions of them ducks and
geese. didn't know there was so
many in all the world"
"You may go. both Of you. Jean La
fitte." said 1. IF you'll be careful not
to shoot yourselves. AS for me. must
go back once more to the boat,
fancy"
We found it not difficult now to go
aboard the Belle Helene, for. in the
lessening seaway. she rolled not so
evilly. Peterson sprang to the deck
as the bow of our boat rose alongside
on wave and made fast our line.
When Williams and had followed we
took general inventory Of the Belle
Helene. All the deck gear was gone.
spare oars and spars. a canvas or so
and some coils of rope. Beyond that
there seemed no serious damage, un-
less the hull had been injured by its
pounding during the night.
cts mud bank here, think, Mr..
Harry" said Peterson. ''She may have
ripped some of her copper on the oys-
ter reefs, but she seems to bed full
length. and maybe she's not strained.
after all"
There's the line Of channel guides"
said /, pointing to row of sticks driv-
en- into the mud a couple Of miles in
length.
YES" said the old man, ''the chan
nels not more than biscuit toss from