Philip weekly review and Bad River news. [volume] (Philip, Stanley County, S.D.) 1912-1918, 1918-02-14

went overheard. But how we ever kept
right side up In this little dinky boat
when tibet big iron pot sunk Is more'n
enybody but God could tell. We just
couldn't do nuthin' but just hang on.
We wus way up there, sir, a scrapin'
the clouds. an then down in a hollow
that seemed a mile deep; an when we
come up out O. that, there you was. sir,
shOotin' out o. the waves straight at
us. The girl. she saw you an
screamed; she'd have gone over after
yer. IL hadn't grabbed her, an then
Red he got a boat hook inter the collar
of yer jacket. an we hauled yer In
over the side"
'That must have been hours ago."
"Quite q spell. sir. Something he'd
hit yer head, an it bled a bit. The
young lady has been a-holdin' yer on
her lap ever since; she tore her
skirt"
"Never mind that. Mr.. Leayord," she
interrupted. I'VE all Of US did what we
could. Olson, will you pass back
biscuit and 4 water bottle; Captain
Hollis will regain strength If he has
something to eat"
smiled at her. and accepted the
biscuit.
"How are we fixed on food1 I only
want my share"
1--WE have had one apiece there were
two bags thrown in; we can thank Nc
Cam for that, the poor devil"
The memory Of that spectacle Of hor-
ror witnessed on the blazing deck
came suddenly back to me, and ! hid
my eyes, every muscle Of my weakened
body trembling. felt Vera's arms hold
me tight.
"what II It. Robert7 You are in
painr
"No: the suffering was mental. not
physical IL saw McCann's death;
that was what held me on board so
long. Bascom got him; they-they
went down together. lighting in each
others arms, In a sheet OF flame. No
words can picture tho horror Of it.
Let's not talk of that any longer. IL
must keep my mind"
Eyes. dear, we will not talk Of It,"
tenderly. "Our own situation is sure
~ bad enough; you must tell the men
what to do"
I lifted myself, strengthened BY the
appeal. eager to be diverted.
1.-THE boat is taking in waterf'
mot q great deal, sir; she is 50 deep
loaded some splashes over the gunwale.
We're all right 30 long az the sea keeps
like It Ia now"
Are you steering by compassr
mo. SIR. by sun. I Just naturally
headed west; that's the nearest coast,
I reckon1 Are these fishing seas, sir7"
1.-The best In the world. I've often
read of dory crews being lost In the
winter fog, and yet making land in
spite Of the storm and cold. If they
can do It in such weather. there is no
call for rs to give up while the boat
floats. Tho first Job should be TO rig
sail; there II ono oar leftr
AYE. sir. and paddle"
GOOD enough. Red, cut q hole In
that forward thwart with your sheath
knife; not too large now. Any can
vas aboardr'
'Only these strips."
they'll do for stays, and to make
secure. The sail will have to be shirt
l-Ols0n, how about yoursf'
He peeled 1t on without = word. and
helped mo fasten 1t to the orr blade.
1t was a rough bit Of work. yet served
the purpose, and when we had stepped
the improvised mast, bracing It as best
we could with the paddle ana the out
spread garment bellied out in the fair
~ fresh wind, the sight put new heart
into all Of Us. could but note the fell
lows staring at It. and then at the
rushing green water alongside, a.
though calculating our progress. No
doubt II was small enough. yet the
very knowledge that We were moving
at all tended to bolster our courage.
and arouse hope.
There was nothing more to be done !;
the boat rode fairly steady. and one
man could easily keep her clear Of
water. The others disposed them
selves - best they might. occasionally
exchanging . word or two. but mostly
staring about at the expanse Of sea.
Leayord hung on to the tller. while
held to vera's hand, and We spoke In
low voices for each other aloha.
what . mistake We made when We
chose this voyage" ] said resretfully.
Tt has brought only hardahip and
peril"
II Do not regret" and her eyes gaxed
frankly into mine. Truly ! do not.
There was no other way for ~ to know
and love. Robert. II this was the end,
/ should b glad Of my choice. would
rather 90 down here In thsse waters
clasped in your arms. than 10 b COM
PEELED to live o. In the world without
you"
NY sweetheart: but ! win not
imagine such . fAfe. We have strug-
gled on through too much to have the