Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-30

ana waved our arms, cfOaklnG
as we tried 10 shout for help.
The captains boat had sighted
the ship, too, and the captain
fired his revolver. but that didn't
do much good for we could
hardly hear the crack in our
boat. Anyway the ship bore
straight for us and in an hour
we were aboard the Trafalgar,
full-riEged ship from London,
England.
Once aboard we lost little time
in getting some food froms tho
crew, then we turned in for sleep
we had been afraid to risk in
those tiny boats. But we soon
found that we were little better
off than before. The Trafalgar
had been through the same hur-
ricane that had driven us out of
our course and had suffered even
worse than we had, except for
the fire. She had lost her top
masts; a huge sea, so high that
il had covered her foreyard, had
smashed in her bow; her deck
houses were crushed TO flinders
and her tween decks were
flooded where a sea had preached
the booby-hatch. Her captain
and first mate were severely in
jured and she was sailing under
the very young third. To cap
the climax she was short Of food.
Thirty extra mouths to feed
and the Trafalgar already on
starvation rati0ns They didn't
like it but they shared their pitt
full scraps with us like good fell
lows and we were grateful. Cap
tain Horton talked things over
with the injured captain and II
was agreed that he should take
command and sail the Trafalgar
to- Valparaiso, the nearest port
where we could get get aid fer otfr-
selves and repairs to the Trafal-
gar
Mrs Horton stayed on deck
every day, no matter how brisk
the weather. She watched every
thing quietly and helped the sick.
refusing TO take snibbit more
than her share of food and drink
The wind freshened TO a real
Cape Horn shorter and it was
lucky for us that we were in a
ship, damaged or not, for our
boats would never have wealth
cred it.
You'd better. go below. my
dear said Horton one afternoon
that was mighty dirty.
She was holding onto the miz-
zen parrel watching the head
seas frothing up through the
smashed bow
no sir. / stay here she
said quietly Pa. you'd better
take some sail off her.
Il take no sail off unless it's
blown off, answered her hus-
band. IF / don't get this ship
to Valparaiso fast well be eating
each other. for there be nothing
else left.
\Y/ELL sir, that fine woman
w still refused TO go below.
She wanted to be where she could
watch over her husband. Horton
looked as if he'd have liked to
smack her one. but he shrugged
his broad shoulders and sent me
TO get a line and. make IT, fast
around her waist and the mizzen.
Twas a good thing he did. for I'd
hardly got the line fast when
big sea swept us end 10 end The
captain and I-were washed
for'rard 10 the main hatch be-
fore we could grab a thing to
hold onto We held on arms and
legs and gasped for air as the
sea receded.
The old lady's overheard"
yelled a hand.
A couple OF hands hauled on
the line and fished Mrs. Horton
back on deck. She was bruised
up a bit and showed much more
Of a mighty pretty leg than she
intended But she was still calm
and wrung the water out of her
hair. watching the captain who
had run aft to help her get on
board.
What's the matter with your
arm, Pa 20 she asked suddenly
Broke" he said, holding
onto it.
Give me a glass of rum" she
ordered the steward, calm as a
cucumber.
When tt came sf1c -d0wT7rrii T
neat as a whistle None of your
choking and spluttering and
Isn't it strong" and such pala-
yer; she Just swallowed it like
a man, then set the captains
arm. learned afterwards that