White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1917-03-11

III - oAI1@A W N.,
increased Its labor. Get your passen
gers ouf and stand BY the boats" he
ordered. Take IL easy and don't alarm
The women. Have them dress warmly.
and don't allow any e%rowding by the
men. Mr.. Tomliuson. you held the
yteerage gang in check. Take your re
yolyer with yen" He turned TO his
silent friend. in whose presence he
seemed 10 feel a cheering sympathy.
Il knew II would come sooner or later.
Murray" he aid. But magnificent
mummies. To touch on Il clear night
with the sea IKE glassr' He sighed
do,efuIiy "HH Ike tough on my mis-
gus.
o'Neil nid a haid upon his shoulder.
1T wasn't your fault, and there Will
be room IN the last boat for you. Tn
derstandy' Brennan hesitated. and the
other contiaued roughly: No nonsense,
now! Don't make a dashed fool Of
yourself BY sticking to the bridge
Promise
7 promise"
Nov. what do you want ME 10 10!
Keep those dear passengers quiet
III run FOR Hsllbut hay. where there's
. sandy beach. II she won't make II
IN turn her into the rocks. Tell EN-
they Won't wet \ foot II they keep their
heads"
Good! IN he back to zee that you
oehsve yourself" The speaker laughed
lightly and descended To the deck.
where he found an lncipient panic.
stew ards were pounding on stnteroom
doors. half clad men we're rushing
about simlessly. palid faces peered
forth from windows. and there was the
sound of running feet. of slamming
doors. Of shrill. hysteriral voices.
0'Neil saw . winter humping rus
lily upon a door aud heard him shout
boarsely.
Everybody out. The ship u sink
ing Az he turned away Murray SELF
ed him roughly by the arm and. thrust
ing his race close to the others. said
hashly:
IF you yell again like that III toss
you overheard.
God help ~. we're going
O'Neil shook the fellow until his
teeth ratified his own ~countenancs. or
.dinarily 20 quiet. a blazing.
There's no danger. Act like q man
and don't start n stampede.
The steward pulled himself together
and answered In a calmer tone:
Very well. sir. I'm sorry. STR"
Murray ONeii was known to most
Of the passengers, for his name had
gone up and down the coast. and there
were few places from San Francisco to
Nome where his word did not carry
weight As be went among his fellow
travellers now. smiling. self contained.
unruffied. his presence had its effect
Women ceased their shrilling. men
listened TO his directions with some
comprehension. In a short time the
passengers were mnrshaled upon the
upper deck where the lifeboats hung
between the davits- Each little craft
was In charge of its allotted crew. the
electric lights continued to burn bright
y, and tho panic gradually wore itself
out Meanwhile the ship was running
a desperate ace with the sea. striving
With every OF steam IN her boil
ers to find q safe berth for her mutt
lated body before the thrush of waters
drowned her fires. That the rnce was
close even the duilest understood. for
the Nebraska was settling forward and
plowed Into the night head down. like
a thing maddsned with pain, She was
becoming unInanageable. too. and
oNeil thought with pity OF that little
~ronhearted skipper on the bridge who
was lighting her 10 furiously.
fhere wns little confusion, little talk
ing, upon the upper deck now Only n
enid w~hlmpered OF n woman sohbed
historically. But down forward among
tne steerage passengers the case wns
inherent. These we're mainly Mon.
tehegrins, Polacks or Slavs bound for
"e construction camps to the west
ward. and they surged from side to
sfoe IKE cattle. requiring Tomlinson's
"es' EFFORTS to keep them from rushing
aft.
IN these circumstances the wait be-
came almost unbearable. The race
seemed hours long. the miles stretched
unto leagues. and with every moment
u suspense the ship sank lower. The
enc came Unexpectedly. There was a
sudden startled outcry as the Nebraska
suuck for a second time that night
one rose slightly. rolled and bumped
sfa.eu briefly, then came TO rest.
.aptain Brennan shouted from the
bridge:
fhl your llfeboats. Mr.. James. aud
'wer away carefully"
a cheer rose from the huddled pas
sengers.
ine boiler room was still dry. II
seemed, for the incandescent lights
turned without a flicker, even after
ae grimy oilers and stokers had come
pouring up on deck.