The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-15
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 I,lenty wind said he. sEousuppOse wa leave China boy ?, N dannamded
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 were y0u doing. John 2's Iced 1Eanty MeItean book, said Ezs cs1aly Now I makee pull To ulolzge him IT mada way Tor him. and we crap1ed past each other on the xq0f the heaying dinghy He took tzle. oars and began pulling with an. e1ds ch1ppfpg sort Of stroke, perhaps learned zn his youth on some sampan that rode the waters of his native land But, for my own part since 1ate seemed tc De kind to me, after all, [ trusted his sizlll, such as it was, and x as willing to rest for . time.
 No velIY bad, 2 said John judzcialIyi after time Pretty soon como in ' No doubt he saw the htt1e fire, now beginning to light the beach At any xate he headed straight 1n the seas following, reeling after us They have their own ways, these people of ffle east fancy John had run surf before- At any rate, I kneW the water now was shallow and fhh, perhaps. one could vim asElore he were cvensef frusEex him to n1ake the landing, however and he did it like a veteran sf IS Il 1ftee, remarked John anniabIy and started for the fire, suca being his instinct not with the purp pose of get ting warm, bus of cooking something. And in half an hour he had cup of hot boulIlon all around
 Through inc night there eau1e con fzuuallT the e lmorlng of the wild fowl il the lagoon back of us, and this seemed to make the boys restIess It was Jean Ilafi tte. next, who poked his head out from under the tarpaulin.
 I've got the gun, all right, said he. eand lot of shells Tn tae morning we'll go out and get some of those ducks that are squa viking
 2es. Jean said I, we're in one of the best dl1ckine countries on this whole coast (
 sHhat' fine We can Hv $ chieny by muntsng and fishing. like it says in the ssopraphfes, z
 ssIf the wind should sali fl, z said I. we may have to do that for quitsA a time. don't know whether the light house keeper has boat or not. and the channel lies between us and the light 1E 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,
 passed q little apart to hunt for some dEif wood nay shadow. John. fol- lowing close at hand When return ed found a nufi1ed figure standing 1t the feeble blaze. Helena raised her eyes, grave and serious.
 Tt xras splendid said she in a low tone Of voice, addressing not so much myself as all the world. 1t seemed to ne.
 s6et back in there and go to sleep, 7 pafd And quietly she obeyed, 50 far as might tell
 Tn the morning I could see the Belle Helene still rolling at her anchor, un- easy, but stiH adOat, and n the day. light and with a lessening sea there would be DO great difficulty in board ing her as we liked. Presently the others of the party were all afoot
 Gee, ainst this fner said Ls0ior- uois. T never did think we be really ehipwrecked and cast avvay on a desert island. This is just like t is in the books
 Can we go hunting now z demanded Jean Isahtte, his mouth still full of ba- con. And will you come aIong3 There must be millions of them ducks and geese didn't kuow there was so many in all the world
 You may go, both of you, Jean La ntte," said | if you'll be careful not to shoot yourselves. As for me- I must go back once more to the boat, I fancy.'
 SFe found it not difficult now to go slsoard the Belle Helene. for, in the l@sgeuing seaway, she rolled not So evilly. Peterson sprane to the deck mw the bow Of our boat rose alongside on wave and made last our line When Williams and had followed we took general inventory of the Belle Helene. All the deck gear was gone spare oars and spAxs, a canvas or SC ana some coils of rope. Beyond that there seemed no serious damage, un less the hull had been injured by its pounding during the night.
 Its mud bank here, I think, MT Harry said Peterson She may have ripped some of her copper on the oys ter reefs. but she seems to bed fu1 length. and maybe she's not strained after all,
 There's the line of channel guides mid I. pointing to row of sticks driv sn Into the mud couple of miles II length
 Yes. said the old man. "the chan nePa not more than biscuit toss from here. We came right across it. If il