Seward daily gateway., 1933-02-24
FIFTEEN YEAR-0LD
 NATIVE B0Y CAVE
 LIFE FOR MENTOR
LADS HEROIC STRUGGLE WILL FOREVER LIVE IN MEMORY
 ALASKA ANNALS
George Krudof.

George hrudOH. This name will be pronounced with reverence and awe long after it's possessor's ashes have resolved into the great cosmos whence they came. It betokens heroism, self-sacrl- flee and honor, all of which Will live to thrill and fortify the cour- age of those who come after.
 Even now the people of UmnaK and wherever the story has been told. speak the name in whisper. Eyes of loved ones, dimned by the tears of personal loss, brighten and bosoms swell in pride as the story of that tragic day on the shores of Inanduk Bay when the little motorship Unlnak Native, impotent in the grip of the titanic power of nature, plunged with spasmodic shiverS to her doom upon the cruel rocks gnaWing at her vitals, is told and retold.
 We see the Unnak Native, grip ped in the mercilesS grasp of tow ering breakers, tossed like an egg shell in a troubulous sea. Men gaze blear-eyed but unafraid while a woman and her fouryear- r-old daughter cling to each other and cast wistful glances at the shep- herd of their little flock, the saintly Antonin, Archbishop of the Alaska Orthodox Church, like the occupants of the little felucca on the Sea of Gallilee gazed upon the Savior in those bygone days, hope ful, faithful and in anticipation of just such a miracle as Stllled the troubled waters and brought calm and assurance.
 THE DEATH BLOW
 Then came the ominous crash which told only too plainly that the little Umnak Native had re- ceived a death blow.
 Men and women, crowded in the galley, tossed about like chaff in a gale awaiting what fate held for them But there was enc whose brain functioned clearly, He was George Krudoff.
 Realizing the peril to which all were exposed, he fought his way thru boarding seas to the precari- ous deck, there to cling and search himself for the answer to the problem which confronted him. In trice he saw his companions of the galley imprisoned like rats in a trap. He crawled back and tried the door It was sprung and jammed by the wrenching of the trembling hull With a club he smashed a way in, offering a last chance to the prisoners to make a battle for life.
 HELPLESS HUMANS
 But the storm had not spent it's fury. It then loosened a thousand demons to further scourge and lash the helpless human freight. Another crashing breaker and all was confusion while men struggled in the chill waters, some to diSap- pear forever, others to be cast like so much kelp upon the frozen beach.
 Among these were Geo. KrudoH and Archbishop Antonin. Benunb- ed, exhausted by the terrible bat tering and flashing of the surf and half dead, the 15-year old boy thot not of himself. Staggering forward to where his mentor lay prone and helpless, subjected to the scoWge of each incoming breaker, he, with super-human strength dragged the 83 year-old holy man to safety above the water, gathered a bundle of water--soaked furs, Wrung them and wrapped them about the Archbishop. From the flotsam and jetsam of the once cargo of the Umnak Native, young Frudoff salvaged box of oranges, the only edible substance which
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