Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-11-16


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The Eastern Shore Il . treacherous paacs n
freezing weather. The tides rise and fan q
feet twice day. when the tide Is down you
walk on the mud fats and have to wait for
the rise before your skin can float. The wind
caught US with blinds and boats high and
dry. 1t was an hour before the skin would E
noat and We could pick up our decoys.
The boy was shooting in . blind alone about
500 yards from me. was with my friend .
Henry Brigham and we signaled the boy to
take up and come to our stand. He was long
time getting In his decoys. The thermometer
had dropped 10 10 degrees and the wind Wa
blowing hurricane.
"It was nightfall before he reached Ms, show
ing his Skin against the wind ] was shocked
TO md that he was wet TO the skin his teeth
chattering. he had thcughtlessly come out on
mild morning without his slickers. The dark
ness grew intense and It began 70 sleet. We
were compelled to make the marsh and drag
cur skifs along the shore. It took Ms an hour
to reach the point OF which the yacht was
anchored.
THE tide. driven through the Hog Island In
let by the pressure Of the storm, was already
making 4 feet Of water and we fought IN vain
TO row to her. Our guide was an expert with
the oars, but one broke and we spun round like
top and landed high ON the marsh. We broke
another oar trying to shove and gave up the
effort to reach the yacht until the water should
fan and we could wade out. It would be
Brigham had 1aShlight In his pocket and
saw him focus 1t on the boys face. 1t was
drawn and haggard almost beyond recognition.
We've got to tzot this boy over the marsh
or he'll freeze to DEATH" my friend whispered
TO me.
FOR three hours we held him up between US
and trotted back and forth. At last his leRz
wabbled and he muttered:
Can't 60 another step-I got to rest
You can't stop-come oni' ordered.
1mlTA IA.
Brigham and went into conference
He can't keep it up much longer adj
mitted.
"'And If he gives up he's conner, INV
friend warned Isn't there creek somewhere
IN this marsh?'
YES answered. only q few hundred yards
from here
Maybe there's boat IN it,
There wasn't any tOday-could see the whole
length Of it,
ham persisted. Let's look. It's our ouly
chance
"WE dragged the boy to the creek and to
our joy found . small craft anchored
but 10 feet from the shore. 1t was a lucky
break. If we could only rouse the men over
the howl Of the storm. For I'VE minutes wa
yelled in vain. We had left our skin half q
mile behind but Brigham had carried his gum
placed
them IN the chamber carefully
Now root for It to rouse them when I fire.
He hred the first shell; we shouted a.
loudly as we could yen, but got no answer from
the boat.
Brigham waited for . moments lull in the
wind. fired the second shell and we both
shouted as light flashed from the portfolio q
the little cabin.
In 1ve minutes Mr.. LAwton pushed a skin
ashore and We lowered the half-frozen figure Of
the hoy into the warm, snug little cabin. His
ME was saved. You don't wonder that ha
rather likes Lawton, do your"
Skete shook his head and softly laughed
NO, by gum, DON'T only hone thoen
bozoes don't eat the birds themselves"
Wen write Mr.. Lawton letter." I sug-
gested.
Don't forget it." the guide begged.
We hung our IS canvasbacks on the line ana
made out a list Of friends TO whom we would
snip them tomorrow The wire was sagging
with load that stretched the fun 40 feet
across the boathouse-two geese and a hum
dred redheads and canvas
We're gotn' after the geese next time"
Skete announced. II got plan"