The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1922-03-24
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The Man Whom the Storm Haunted.
Near the northern end Of Lake
Michigan, where the hluff-bowed ore
carriers ana the big, low-lying, wheat
lGd2E stccl freighters from Lake SUI
perior push out from the Straits Of
NdCi;inac and dispute the right of
way, in the standardized channel,
with the White-and-gold, electric-light-
eI, Wireless-equipped passenger steam
eGs bound for Detroit and Buffalo,
ti:cTc is Il cOpSe of pine and hemlock
back from the shingly beach. ron
this COpSe-dark, blue, primeval, silent
at most times rs when the Great Mani
t0u ruled his inland waters-there
comes at time OF storm Il sound like
the booming of an old Indian drum.
This drum beat. so the tradition says,
whenever the lake took a life; ana,
as Il sign perhaps that it is still the
ManitOu who rules the waters in spite
of all the m 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 aftcrward
they learned, the great steel steamer
Wenota sank with twonty-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 n score or
ships more Once only, it is told, has
the drum counted wrong.
At the height of the great storm of
December, 1895, the drum beat the
roll of Il sinking slip. One, two,
three-the hearers counted the drum
beats, 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 twen-
ty-fOur-abOard never made her port;
no news was ever heard from her; no
wreckage 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 a desperate belief
that one Of the men on the Miwaka
was saved; that somewhere, somehow.
he was alive and might return. The
day of the destruction of the Miwaka
wa fixed as December 3 by the time
ut which she passed the government
lookout at the straits; the hour was
fixed rs five o'clock in the morning
only by the sounding of the drum.
Il Il Il
Storm-the singing, frozen sleet
slash Of the February nOrther whis-
fling down the f0e-jammed length of
the Iake-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
light as well as warmth to the rooms.
The few members present at this
hour of the afternoon showed by their
lazy tttItuutS uuu thC NCSuitoii uCSS
of their conversation the dulling OF
vitality which warmth and shelter
bring on a day Of cold and storm. On
one, however, the storm had had q con-
trary effect. With swift, uneven steps
he paced nov n room, now another;
from time to time he stopped alb
ruptly by Il window, scraped from Ii
with finger nail the frost, stared out
for an instant through the little OPEN
ing he had made, then resumed as alb
ruptly his nervous pacing with a man.
ner So uneasy and d~istraught tSat,
since his arrival at the club an hour
before, none even among those who
knew him best had ventured to speak
to bin.