White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1920-08-08

8't htohI III n A. :
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 n few minutes later
a mysterious stranger was transferred
10 the frigate's deck. He answered TO
the name of "Mr, Gray" and was said
TO be merely a pilot, but he was greet
ed with surprising Difference.
For no ordinary man would these
vessels have yentured 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
wave foretold that a storm was
brewing. Ever more fitfully and faint
~ blew the land-breeze; the mutter of
the waters grew deeper. Only here and
there did a few stars twinkle between
the fast gathering clouds. II was time
TO beat out to open sea, II II were not
even now toe late. Men swarmed aloft
and hung up the yards; sails fiuftcrsd
out the anchor was pulled In the
frigate gathered headway. Then the
faint breeze died. The spread OF can
vas hung useless the currents drove
the ship shorewsrd.
With a roar the wind came suddenly
from the east. White spray dashed
from the bow. Yet the Pilot paced tbs
quarterback seemingly oblivious 10
danger. But open water was far
ahead and sue 'nly from the forecas-
tie came that dreaded cry, Breakers 4,
breakers. lead aheadf" The Pilot
shook on his franc of thought. His
orders Numbered forth. sailors sprang
hither and thi,her at his bidding, the
frigate swung about at his cry OF
Hold on everything" T~ortuously she
picked her way through the twisting
channels. In darkness amid the howl
ings of the great winds.
She shiyered from bow To stern as
a hundred men loosed the huge MAIN
sail. The jib was torn free with a
crash like a cannon's blast, hut 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
a narrow ribbon of dark water. He.
took the wheel himself. Time and
again the frigate seemed 10 have
reeled free from peril : time and again
she plunged anew toward a weller Of
white water. But she drove ever on
and at last she rode the great waves
OF the open sea.
Not the storm alone had these ships
dared. They were American vessels.
lurking about an enemy's coast. This
little bay had a peculiar fascination
for two young ~lieutenants aboard, Ed
ward Griffith and Richard Barnstable.
Not far inland lived Colonel Howard,
a Tory who had fed from America
when the colonists revOltei. With him
dwelt his niece, Cecilia Howard. be
loved by Grifnth. and his ward. Ksth-
crime Piowden, betrothed to Bsrnsta-
BILE. In st. Ruth's abbey fingered, 100,
Christopher Dillon. q poor kinsDan
anxious TO better his condition By wed
ding the wealthy Cecilia. Redcoats
lent q picturesqueness to the venerable
abbey, for q small garrison under
Captain Borroughclife had been sum-
moned by the owner. For aught that
men knew. John Paul Jones himself
might be aboard these ships lowering
nearby.
While reconnoitering the mex night,
"Mr. Gray" and Griffith were captured,
but Borroughcliffe's drunkenness ena-
bled them to escape. Griffith was, how
ever, retaken.
The impetuous Barnstable. fretting
of7shore with his enormous coxswain,
Long Tom Conn. had been nearly cut
OF from his schooner by an English
cutter. but he scrambled aboard safely
and the drum beat to quarters. While