The Ordway new era., 1922-05-19
CHAPTER l.

The Man Whom the Storm Haunted.
Near the northern end of Lake
Michigan, where the bluff-bowed ore
carriers and the big. Iow-Iying, wheat
laden steel freighters from Lake Su-
peror push out from the Straits of
Mackinac and dispute the right of
way, in the island-divided channel,
with the white-and-gold, electric-light-
ed. equipped passenger steaim-
,ers bound for Detroit and Buffalo.
there is copse of pine and hemlock
back from the shingly beach. From
this copse-dark, blue. primeval, silent
at most times as when the Great Mani
tou ruled his inland waters-there
comes at time of storm a sound like
the booming Of an old Indian drum.
This drum beat. so the tradition says.
whenever the lake took a life; and,
as a sign perhaps that 1t is still the
Manitou who rules the waters in spite
of all the commerce of the cities, the
drum still beats its roll for every ship
lost on the lake, one beat for every
life.
So-men say-they heard and count
ed the beatings of the drum to thirty
five upon the hour when. as afterward
they learned, the great steel steamer
Wenota sank with twenty-four of its
crew and eleven passengers; so-men
say-they heard the requiem Of the
five who went down with the schooner
Grant; and of the seventeen lost with
the Susan Hart; and so of a score Of
-h t. to tnlI hoc
the drum counted wrong
AT the height of the great storm of
December, 1895, the drum beat the
roll of sinking ship. One, two,
three-the hearers counted the drum
bents, time and again, in their inter-
'mittent booming, to twenty-four. They
waited therefore, for report of a ship
lost with twenty-four lives; no such
news came. The new steel freighter
Miwaka, on her maiden trip during
the storm With twenty-five-not TWEEN
ty-four-aboard never made her port;
no news was ever heard from her: no
Zvreckage ever was found. On this ac-
count, throughout the families whose
fathers, brothers and sons were the
officers and crew of the Miwaka. there
stirred for a time desperate belief
that one Of the men on the Niwaka
was saved that somewhere, somehow.
he was alive and might return. The
day of the destruction of the Miwaka
was fixed as December ) by the time
at which she passed the government
lookout at the straits; the hour was
fixed as five o'clock in the morning
only by the sounding of the drum.
Storm-the stinging, frozen sleet
slash of the February norther whis-
Ting down the floe-jammed length of
the lake-was assaulting Chicago. So
heavy was this frost on the panes Of
the Fort Dearborn club-one of the
staidest of the downtown clubs for
men-that the great log fires blazing
on the open hearths added appreciable
aight as well as warmth to the rooms.
The few members present at this
hour of the afternoon showed by their
lazy attitudes and the desultoriness
of their conversation the duIling of
ritaIity which warmth and shelter
bring on day of cold and storm. On
one, however, the storm had had con-
trary effect. With swift, uneven steps
ne paced now one room. now another;
from time to time he stopped alb
ruptly by a window, scraped from it
with finger nail the frost, stared out
for an instant through the little open
ing he had made. then resumed as alb
ruptIy his nervous pacing with man.
ner so uneasy and distraught that,
since his arrival at the club an hour
before, none even among those who
knew him best had ventured to speak
to him.