Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1920-07-31

natural to him as snarllng to a tOmeat
or growing TO bulldog. He has ghe
scOrn and contempt of every well In
formed American"
IN late afternoon of a winters
day. during the American Rev
olutiOn, a rakish schooner and a
majestic frigate anchored well inside
a little bay on the northeastern coast Of
England. A whaleboat drove shore
ward, a young officer scrambled up
the steep cliffs and a few minutes later
a mysterious stranger was transferred
to the frigate'S deck. He answered 70
the name of "Mr. Gray" and was said
to be merely pilot. but he was greet
ed with surprising Difference.
For no ordinary man would these
vessels have ventured so near that
coast of sandbars and hidden rocks
The wind was a mere ruffie of air. But
the incessant mutter of the long, slow
waves foretold that a storm was
brewing. Ever more fitfuily and faint
~ blew the land-breeze; the mutter Of
the waters grew deeper. Only here and
there did few stars twinkle between
the fast gathering clouds. 1t was time
to beat out to open sea, if it were not
even now too late. Men swarmed aloft
and hung up the yards; sails fiuttered
ont; the anchor was pulled in; the
frigate gathered Roadway Then the
faint breeze died. The spread of can
vas hung useless; the currents drove
the ship shOreward
With roar the wind came suddenly
from the east. White spray dashed
from the bow. Yet the Pilot paced the
quarterback seemingly oblIvious to
danger. But open water was far
ahead and suddenly from the forecas-
tie came that dreaded cry, Breakers
breakers, dead ahead" The Pilot
shook off his trance of thought. His
orders Numbered forth. sailors sprung
hither and thither at his bidding. the
frigate swung about at his cry OF
Hold Oh everything !" ToruouSly she
picked her way through the twisting
channels, in darkness amid the howl
ings of the great winds.
She shivered from bow to stern as
| a hundred men loosed the huge main
sail. The jib was torn free with a
! crash like a lannon's blast, but The big
sail held and the frigate bowed like a
reed in the wind. White foam showed
dimly upon both sides, but the Pilot
kept the ship. as by a miracle, within
narrow ribbon Of dark water He
took the wheel himself. Time and
again the frigate seemed to have
reeled free from peril; time and again
| she plunged anew toward a weller of
white water. But she drove ever o-
| and at last she rode the great waves
! of the open sea.
Not the storm alone had these ships
J dared They were American vessels
! lcrking about an enemy's coast This
/ little bay had a peculiar fascination
for two young lieutenants aboard, Ed
ward Griffith and Richar,. Barnstable
| Not far inland lived Colonel Howard
| a Tory who had fed from America
! when the colonists revolted. With hin
I dwelt his niece, Cecilia Howard, be
loved by Griffith. and his ward. kath
( crime Plowden. heIrothed to B8rnsta
BILE. In St Ruth's abbey fingered, too
Christopher Dillon. a poor kinSmaE
anxious to better his condition By we'd
ding the wealthy Cecilia. Redcoat
lent a picturesqueness to the venerable
abbey. for small garrison unde
Captain BcrroughciifTe had been sun
moned by the owner. For aught tina
men knew. John Paul Jones hsmsel
might be aboard these ships hoverinI
nearby.
While reconnoitering the next night
''Mr. Gray" and Griffith were captured
but Borroughcliffe's drunkenness ems
bled them TO escape Griffith was, how
ever retaken.
The impetuous Barnstable, frettin
offshore with his enormous coxswa.i
Long Tom Coffin. had been nearly cu
on from his schooner by an EDgilS
cutter. but he scrambled aboard safel
ard the dom heat to Qua'~~rs. WhA