The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1921-03-05

.,o urock she was an English SNIP
At no little peril ran along the ueen
- hor bouse. where / found young
Girl and her old father. Ano'hef "oa.
was also there, alive, but insane o 1,s,s
ing q pannikin OF fresh water ona
,,en nrahbed it, draining il an"
dropped dead. tho
When we> were back aboard the
Grosvenor, I for my part III 'he
cue was put in irons. er
This wreck incident, addeo ~ ana
Their needless abuse OF the men
tho further failure of the captain "
live I'D to his promise OF pu.',ns ho-
for better food, inflamed the crew ~
vond endurance. They watcheo nc.
chance. rushed the poop in the nlsn.
and killed the captain. They .hen
ki,led MIR. Duckling. They mlsht nav
killed me, too, notwithstanding 'nu' -
had shown sympathy to thelh' ~
somebody had to navigate the snip
tn within fifty miles Of the floriu.'
coast which was where they ihten'-
ed tn abandon her and row ashoie'
Having the safety of the young giri
and her father as we'll as my own iile
to think of, I agreed to act as na
gator. -,
Twas having my supper in the caoln
under the new regime when l felt q
touch on my arm. looked up. IL
was Miss Robertson, the rescued girl.
Before could prevent her sne tooh
nv hand and kissed it. She told me
then of the wrecked ship. Her Ia
Their. a wealthy Liverpool merchant,
was the owner of the ship. when hao
been bound home from Cape Town.
After the storm, the officers and crew.
fearing the ship would sink under
them, had taken to the boats. sne
and her father had spent a terrible
three days on the. wreck, and no" her
father, already nervous wreck was
shaken anew by the frightful tnreats
of the mutineers here. She trusted 10
me for the safety of her father ana
herself.
] Her trust inspired me with new
| energy. To save them l was now
ready to play any game whatever with
Stevens, who was the leader OF the
mutineers. Our boatswain, who had
not wished to join them, but to save
his life had done so, was on my side.
1t was he who told me that Stevens
was intending to scuttle the ship be-
fore taking to the boats, and SO leave
me and the passengers to our fate.
We planned to Illustrate him. BY
this time we had taken Miss Robert.
son into our confidence. One night
our boatswain apparently fell over
board and was drowned; but he had
not fallen overboard-it was box OF
ten-penny pals, which had thrown
over the side. This was the night be-
fore that day when Stevens went be
low and bored the auger holes which
were to- do for the ship; but as fast as
Stevens bored a hole, the boatswain.
who had been hiding below for that
very thing, followed and plugged it up.
Thinking he had scuttled the ship,
Stevens came on deck and led the crew
to the boats, grinning evilly at Miss
Robertson and myself as he did so.
They had not rowed far from the ship
when the bOatswain showed himself
on deck. Stevens saw him. "We've
been trickedr he cried, and headed
back for the ship. The wind was ris
ing at the time, but there was moi
enough way yet on the ship to outrur
the boats. They tried to board us BY
the main chains. AS they did, the
boatswain with handspike and
with a revolver killed or hurled bach
into the sea all but one of them. Thai
one was not so bad as the others, ant
we saved him to help work on thu
ship. Throughout the fight Miss Rob
ertsQn, who had been gaining strength
every hour, held the wheel SO that tn
ship should not be caught aback ant
the spars come down on us.
We had now to work the ship to tn,
: nearest land; but the increasing wine
made it dangerous with our meage
crew, to keep sail on her. We WORKED
like dogs to reduce sail, but the win,
became too much for us. It came OF
us like solid wall; the seas role,
to our tops. Spars cracked and hum
down over our decks. Only after tn
most exhausting toll did we manag
to clear away the most dangerous Q
; the broken spars. In the height OF
, poor Mr.. Robertson died. read tn
eleventh chapter Of st. John over hi
body.
In time the wind abated; but tn
sea, continuing to tumble and roal
strained our ship so that she sprang
leak. There were not enough Of as t
keep her pumped out. We pumpe
till our arms fell to our sides; but O
no avail. When the water was to on
main chains we took to the boats
and 1t was then, when we believed "
were doomed to die, that Mary Rober
son and I confessed our love for eac
other, she the daughter of wealth
| man and l poor, penniless sailor.
The sun was setting; the sky, far