Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1937-08-18
4 Hours Clinging to a Boat
Rowland Lyon, Washington Artist, Tells
of Cape Cod Adventure.

"Just then she rolled over again,
fun of water Gregg had started. He
turned around and yelled, Don't leave
the boat We said, All right We
were about a quarter of mile from
some weirs, but I noticed that We
were floating away from them toward
the distant Truro shore
Then the long wait began. An
hour went by. I said: They'll soon
begin to miss US One of the girls
said: I wish they would hurry up
Then another hour went by, and it
was rapidly getting dark. A large
sailboat came toward us, got within a
mile, turned around and sailed away.
That almost killed the girls. That
was the boat that picked up Gregg
off the point as he was nearing the
shore. But they missed us and went
back to notify the Coast Guard.
Il took my coat off the mast and
put it on, although it didn't help
much and I knew that If I had to
swim for the shore the extra weight
would probably sink me. said: How
are you doing, girls?' They said
Fine! How about you?' I said:
Don't think. Make your minds a
blank. Don't waste any energy
They said: All right, but they wished
the Coast Guard would come.
ut was now about O'Clock. I saw
lights begin to flick in the harbor and
I told the girls the good news. None
Of the lights came nearer than mile.
After that when I saw lights l didn't
say anything, because when they
failed to come our way it was too
tough on the girls.
Il began to notice that the Truro
shore seemed nearer. l told the girls
that we were floating ashore. They
thought that I was just trying to
cheer them up. We all got cramps,
but said: Never mind, cramps won't
kill you
Worried About Gregg.
II began to be worried about Gregg.
Help was so long in coming that
was afraid he hadn't made it. Both
the tide and the wind were against
him
"One Of the girls thought that may
be the Johnsons had gone out to
dinner and show and that was why
We hadn't been missed. The shore
was getting closer, but very slowly.
I said: Girls, I think we'll be on
the beach in another two hours They
said: Good Lord. two more hours !
I said: Maybe We'll see sunrise,
They said what they wanted to see
was a hot bath.
About half an hour later one of the
girls, Dorothy Nelson, said: I can
touch bottom Those were certainly
sweet words to hear. We started to
walk ashore and said: Wait min
ute! We're on a sand bar and the
water might 60 over our heads again
before We reach shore and we'll lose
the boat in the darkness We went
back and dragged the boat along for
way, but We were too tired to do
much pulling.
BY that time I knew that the sand
| bar went all the way to shore. So I
said: Let the boat 60 and we'll walk
| ashore" We walked about a quarter
of mile toward the lights of some
cottages. AS We got close I saw a
woman looking out of window She
didn't see us, but was watching light
on one Of the search boats. We sud-
denly arrived, much to her amaze
ment, and told our story. There was
a man in the house. I said: Have you
a phone He said no. but there was
| one next door. I said: Call up the
Johnsons and find out about Gregg
He asked me to write down the address
and found that couldn't write. But
he went off and made the call.
Dry Clothes, Hot Lemonade.
The woman gave us dry clothes and
made hot lemonade, and young man