& r->f - ••' • •'•*•' •• - -*•' r-v^sv :̂ i<fe;;'- 'irmnrtt#' wAifti)«|i.*fe' WHBWKTf--~-- '-- 111 » V « & > 'if *f- >*3 '«£ N* AVffi you ever known fear, the <3tark fear of a slow, lingering, painful, abom inable death?" remarked James E. Smith, Fishery- Guardian at Lower Shag Harbor, Shelburne Coun ty, Nova Scotia. "I have. Imprisoned iA a capsized vessel, gnawed by hunger, tortured Jby thirst, steeped in a horror of help* 't'V jptessness, racked by a black, blind, "j,_ Jt bootlesr. rage of resentment against v[ _ Vifate, I knew fear, the fear that make® jV^e h&ir bristle, the saliva in the fti^fSsoutu turn gait and bitter, the perspi* /jration come out in clammy beads on *he forehead, the heart almost stop "*•';ibeating." Then Mr. Smith told this :;^V%*tale: On Wednesday, May 9, 1877, the schooner Cod-Seeker, bound from Hal- 'ax to Barrington, was running be fore an easterly gale. Her master was Philip Brown; her crew num bered fourteen hands all told, * A while before nine o'clock the 7'jlookout reported 'breakers ahead. ^ V'iCapt. Brown claimed that the white i-^Nspaces seen were only the reflections •jlof the Cape Light upon the waves; ;>V -'.J^'teid he kept her going, though some ...f^^jDf the older men criticized him Bharp- for doing so. I didn't like the look % ••'#« things, but I was little more than i'v; I* boy then. r?";'/' The schooner stormed along, grow- ,j\-{ry 3ng wilder In her motions, but as noth- happened I soon went down in- g^ iitp7*0 the forecastle for a drink. """• Before I could raise the dipper to my lips the schooner gave a wild lurch and flung over on her beam- ends, and I went Bliding to leeward. The schooner lay on her side, with her spars flat on the sea, and the wa ter roared into her through hatch ways and companions. Getting to my feet I hauled myself up toward the companion, and tried to get out. I Slight as well have tried to crawl through a sluice-gate. The rush of the water splayed my fingers apart Soon the bows plunged downward, and the water whelming in with great er force swept me out of the compan ion. I fell down on a heap of wreckage on the aide of the ship, struck my head against something and was stunned for a space. When I got zay wits I was standing up with my feet in the mouth of a berth and against the ship's side, and the water up to my armpits and a raffle of float ing wreckage about me. » In a few seconds more I was strug- . i eling in a whirlpool of icy waters, beating my hands against the flotsam of the forecastle, unable to see any thing or to get a footing. As the ship moved, the flood in the forecastle, rising rapidly, surged back and forth, land once I became entangled in some lhalf floating blankets and nearly suc ceeded in drowning myself. Like all fishing vesselB she had a large fore castle down in the bows of her, in tne utter darkness I could not tell my •whereabouts. -r Imprisoned In Capsized 8chooner. For a time I was too frantic with . .fright to think of getting hold of any- "X jthlng. I only thought of keeping my ^Jhead above water. - * But presently the ship seemed to •'jKlgrow quiet for a little, and I thought ?^of getting a grip on something. Strik ing out I ran >agalnst a wall with <an under slope, felt around, realized that it was the deck and, as there was nothing to hold there, I turned about and swam to the other side. I paddled about for quite a time. . But at last, stretching my hands out of the water, I managed to catch hold hold of the edge of a board--the face- board of one of the weather bunks. As I held on, taking breath, the wa ter rose and lifted my head and shoul ders into the mouth of the berth. I hastily scrambled on to the inner side, then the tpp aide, of the face- board. ' While I waited appalled, for I'knew not what, I became aware of a moan ing sound, and cried out, "Who's that?" It was 8am Atwood, a young fellow about my own age. He was lying on his stomach on the inner or top side of the face-board of what had been a lower bunk. When the schooner was hove down he had been asleep in his bunk, but somehow he had managed to cling to the face-board, though the mattress and bottom boards had been rolled out into the Sorecastle. A man can face death better with a friend near him. I grew composed and began to take stock of the situation. The schooner had settled as the wa ter got in her and, happily for up, the bows were the highest part of her. We learned afterward that she had drowned two men In the after cabin. The way she lay, the round of the star-board bow waB the highest part of her, and we were in the after tier of bunks, built against the bulge of the bow. But our position waa pre carious enough, and neither dry nor comfortable. Sluggishly she rose and fell to the heave of the swell,' and we were afraid she would sink or turn turtle alto gether. « After a time she seemed to bring up against something with a violent jerk, and her head was dragged down ward, while the water in the forecas tle surged afterward. Mightily alarmed we sat a-etraddle on the face-boards, and pressed our noses against the skin of the ship in -the angle made by the supporting knee of the deck beam. We found a little air imprisoned there after our shoulders and the backs of our heads were under water. But her bows con tinued to swoop downward and soon the water was over our faces. I thought it would soon be the end of "us. I felt as if my head would buret the intolerable pressure ̂ OF THE COD-SEEKER By COLIN M'KAY But before either of us lost con- sciousne8s something snapped--I thought it was something giving way fn my brain. The schooner's head rose swiftly, the water receded and we found ourselves able to breathe again. Oh, but the air was good! Trembling, dizzy, exhausted, w# stretched ourselves along the face- boards and rested." What had happened was this: When the schooner was hove on her side the anchor chain, stowed in a box on deck, went overboard, and present ly, as she swept along with the tide, tiie end fouled the bottom and drag ged her head under water. Then a miracle occurred; the big link in the shackle of the other end near the wid- laeB broke and allowed her head to come up again. The schoonSr wallowed On her aide. She rose and f4ll to the heave of the swell, in a heavy, sickening way, but she did not roll much. Often we Were ducked under; and the noises were frightful; roaring, snarling Bounds fit surf; blood-thirsty gurg lings, the dull booming sound of things beating against the skin of the hold. I was numb with cold, and awfully weary and before long, in spite of the noises, the fear of slipping off my perch, the horror of it all, I dropped off into a doze. And as I dozed I dreamed the schooner was hove down while I was ,on deck; dreamed that I saw my chum Will Kenney washed overboard and dived after him. Thirst, Cold and Horror. Then I woke up to find myself struggling under water. It was was still pitchdark and for a moment or so I had no idea where I was. As my head came above the water I struck something hard, and down I went again before I could get my lungs full of air. Half stunned I strug gled up again, and rammed my head through a small opening, so small that I could not get my shoulders through. My mouth was just above water. When I tried' to struggle through the opening, the thing resting upon my shoulders would lift a lit tle and then press me down till I could not breathe. I struggled fran tically, and the harder I strove to keep my mouth above water, the more I seemed to be forced down. I could not imaging what kind of a trap I had got into, and my imagina tion was mighty active; just as they say of a drowning man. A moving picture of my whole life seemed to flash before me. Every deed of a sin ful nature I had ever done seemed to rise up against me, crowding out all hope of salvation. At the same time my mind was wildly searching for an explanation of my plight, and at last, when I was nearly done for, it struck me that the thing that was drowning me was the step-ladder of the forecastle-gangway. That was it; the ladder was floating, and I had got my head between the steps. I knew what to do then, but it was not easy to draw my head down and out, for the bevel of the steps held my head as in a trap. But at last I managed it, and hook ed my arms over the floating ladder till I got jari? wind. I yelled for Sam, but got no answer. Of course I could not tell what part of the forecastle I was iff, but I paddled around and finally, as a sea lifted me, I got hold of the bunk side-board and hauled myself up inside the bunk. At wood was still sleeping. I touched him, but he did not wake. I got hold of some pieces of boards floating just below me, and propped them across the mouth of the berth so I would not fall through, and soon I guess I went to sleep again. The Yankee Captain Volunteer*. When the schooner was flung on her beam-ends, one dory took the wa ter right side up and somehow Capt. Brown, Nat Knowles the cook and John Smith managed to get into it. Whether they tried to row back and pick off any of the other men left clinging to the weather rail I don't know; probably it would have been madness to have tried it in the sea then running. Anyway, they drove before the gale for several hours, and then, after passing through a quarter of a mile of surf, landed on the south ern side of Cape island. How they managed to live through the surf has always been a mystery; but the£ did and were soon at the house of Pelick Nickerson telling their tale. Nickerson soon carried the news to Clark's Harbor, and the hardy fisher men of that place were roused from their slumbers to consider means of rescue. The American fishing Bcboon- er Matchless, Capt. Job Croweil;' was lying in the harbor, where "she. had come for shelter from the gale, and when told of the disaster, her skipper was quite as ready to go to the res cue as the men of the port His crew was scattered, but there were plenty of men ready to volun teer. So, by the first streak of dawn, the Matchless with a picked crew aboarff was standing out to sea pndeh double reefs, bound on a mission of mercy. Into the teeth of the gale, putting her bows under to the fore mast every plunge, they drove her ou^ to where they expected to find the wreck, and then for long hours they tacked back and forth, straining their eyes into the gloom of the flying mist. When the Cod-Seeker was hove down, the line of men who had been were left clinging on. under while. But when She listed farther over they feared she would turn tur tle. They got up on the side, and rove a lifeline between the fore abd main chain plates to hold on by. In this position thdy were exposed to the scourge of the wind and spray, and now and then a heavier sea, making a clean breach of hulk, would stamp right over them. But they held on, and you may imagine that after day light they searched the howling seas with eager eyes for sign of a Bail. As the morning wore on the fcuffet- ings of the seas, the numbing cold, began to tell on their strength, and along about noon a towering comber bursting over them swept one poor fellow, Crowell Nickerson by name, from the lifelines, and he waa drown ed bofore the eyes of his mates, pow erless to help him. His body became entangled in some cordage, and hung to leeward. Naturally this tragedy affected the spirits of the survivors. They watch ed the towering surges rushing down upon them with a new fear in their hearts, each man thinking that per haps the next big sea would sweep him to his death. But soon they learned the calmness and the courage of despair. Will Kenney, as a re quiem to the dead man' to leeward, be gan to King: "Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly." All the men joined in the good old song. And then. Just as they finished the last verse, Will Kenney cried: "Look! Look! A sail!" j The schooner Bank into a trough. The men waited, their hearts in their mouths. And when she rose again all saw the sails of a schooner swing ing out of the mist hardly half a mile to leeward. Knew Nothing of Reseue. It was the Matchless, and the men on her had already sighted the wreck. Tack by tack she beat up to Windward and then her big seine-boat was manned. It dropped under the lee of the- wreck, and the meh were picked off by being hauled through the sea with a line about their waists. The Matchless picked up her boat without mishap, and then, because It was blowing a gale of wind with a heavy driving mist making it impossi ble to see any distance, fehe was hove to for the night Next morning, the weather having moderated, she made sail and at three o'clock in the afternoon stood into Clark's Harbor with the Stars and Stripes flying at her masthead as a sign to those on shore that she had accomplished her mission. Meantime Atwood and I, inside the hulk, knew nothing of this reacue, and nobody suspected that we were alive. As Thursday dragged along we be gan to feel the pangs of hunger and thirst, and our flesh began to feel be numbed, the result of our frequent oold baths. But we dared not move from our percheB. In spite of it all I would fall asleep and dream of the disaster, or of home and loved ones --and then awaken with a start to a keener fear and horror of our plight. The time dragged along and, as the thirst took a fiercer grip on us, we ceased to feel the pangs of hunger. Our tongues swelled and burned; grip ing pains took us by the throat; our muscles ached as If pricked with hot plnB. Having swallowed so much salt water, I suffered more than Atwood, and that afternoon I grew bo wild I cut the ends of my fingers and sucked the blood. But that did me no good. When Saturday morning Came we were half stupefied with suffering. Several times we talked of dropping into the water and drowning ourselves. And always the temptation to drink the salt water was strong upon us. But we kept our heads; we hoped against hope that we would be res cued, and determined to hold out as long as we could. That afternoon the long swell began to subside. The schooner grew quiet er, and ceased to duck us, and the fever of our bodies dried our clothes. The fact that the swell was going down brought us face to face with a new cause of fear--the fear that soon there would not be sufficient trough to the sea to cause the main hatch to blow, and give ps fresh air. But we did not worry greatly over the prospect of being stifled for lack of oxygen; we had about exhausted our capacity for fear; we were too sick and miserable generally to be much troubled by the appearanoe of a new peril. After Saturday noon it was just suf fering and endurance. We seldom talked; our parched throats and swollen tongues made speech painful and our voices sounded weird and un natural. Nor did we think much. Most of the time we lay as in a stupor. Now and then we dreamed of beautiful Bhlps all around us, all coming to our res cue, and would awake with a start to wonder If we were going mad. We lived as in a nightmare, lost count of time, felt as If we had suffered through eternity., We were growing light-headed. The 8pook of the Derelict. On Sunday afternoon the schooner Ohio of Oloucester, Capt Edward O'Dor, wfcs standing Up for the Cape Shore when she sighted something black floating upon the waves. Some of her crew took It for a*dead whale; others said it was a wreck; and a heated argument ensued. To settle They held on there for a I it, the captain hauled up to investi- PRESIDENT CRlflCISED IN 1813 One hundred years ago President Madison sent his annual message to -•^congress. Public feeling was running ',;jhigh and the administration was be- g severely censured for its conduct the war. The opposition sentiment' as expressed in the following sar castic editorial printed in the Tren- ton Federalist: "We have now before tlus the president's message to con- s. Gfcastdering the case, ha has really made out a pretty smooth story for the people. We are at war, he allows, and no prospect of peace-- but then he points out so many ad vantages resulting, from It that it would'Beem that iwwas better for us than/peace. We nave spent a good deal Vpf money, he admits, but then he claims that we'have full value for what we have spent by the 'learning W» hatf gained about military af fairs.' We must btill borrow money, he allows, ; but then he consoles ub with the suggestion that our credit is still good. He enumerates our vic tories--says little or nothing of our defeats and losses--but forgets to tell that with all our marches and coun ter marches we are just about where we began when we set out last spring for the conquest of Canada.'* Oil Wells In the Ocean. Unique among the oil fields of the world, says the Engineering and Min- gate. Seeing that It was a vessel bot tom-up he sent a boat to try to find out her name, and see If they could salvage anything.^ , So presently I thought I heard Boiqa unusual noises, and roused myself from my lethargy to listen. In a few minutes I heard a sound like the clang of iron on Iron; a man cutting at the lanyards of the forerigging with an ax had hit the iron strap of the deadeye, "There is somebody outside," said, shaking Sam. ., -• But he showed no Interest "It's only something washing about the hold," he answered. "Let's shout, anyway," I said, and yelled as hard as I could: "Help! Help! Help!" Over my head there was an answer ing yell of startled fright, then foot steps pounding aft and a voice cry ing: "She's haunted. Get Into the boat for -- sake!" And that chap bo frightened the others that they piled into the boat and started to pull away. But, after recovering from their fright and as tonishment, they grew ashamed of themselves and came back. Meantime I had get hold of a stick and was rapping against the aide. Soon I heard raps on the outside. I gave three raps and there wore three raps in answer." We kept that up for a few minutes. Then we heard a man walking forward on the outside, and soon a voice called : "In the name of God, are you ghosts, living men or the -devil?" . • We shouted that we Were ^living men, and asked them to get us out or we would not be living men very long. The voice asked no questions for a few minutes as if Incredulous, and then some of them got to work with axes over our heads, while the boat went back to the Ohio for more men and axes. They worked like Trojans, and cut right through a frame bolt to make a hole to get at us. When they broke through, the eruption of Imprisoned air acted like a whirlwind, and the water leaped through the hole in a solid stream fifty feet Into the air. Small sticks which had been floating in the forecastle whlxzed by our heads. One man was knocked over as if by an explosion. They told us af terward that the released air gave off a sickening stench. The schooner settled two or three feet lurching as if she would turn tur tle completely, and the men chopped away with redoubled energy. They Boon had a hole about nine Inches by eleven inches. Rescua at Last Atwood, being fellm, was pulled through without trouble, but when I got my head and one shoulder through, I stuck. Four men got hold of me and pulled, and at laBt when I thought I would be pulled apart I came through, minus my vest and sev eral strips of skin. The schooner which four days be fore had been taut and trim was now almost bottom-up, , lying with her keel six (eet above the water and her weather rail nearly a wash Her mainmast wan broken off and, far be low the surface, I eould see a faint shadow of canvas. We thought then we were the only survivbra. Was it any wonder I thanked God for my deliverance? Capt. O'Dor Bald, "Come, my boy, let me help you to the boat" and took me by the arm. I thought I could walk, took a Btep and went tumbling. If It hadn't been for the captain I' would have slid into the sea. Aboard the Ohio they had made ready for us. The cabin table was loaded with everything to eat But we weren't Interested in food; we wanted water by the bucketful. They gave us a teaspoonful, and that only put an agonizing edge on our thirst We pleaded wildly for more. But they had realised our condition, and kept us waiting for about fifteen minutes, and then only gave us an other spoonful. After what seemed ages of raging agony they began to give us a spoonful every five minutes. Needless to say, when I was carried home my parents were beside them selves with joy. As they expressed It I was as one risen from the dead. The news of our rescue spread up and down the shore, and was generally re ceived with unbelief. Many people would not believe we had managed to live bo long in the capsized vessel, and hundreds came long distances to see us. s After I reached home I developed a high fever and my feet began to pain me. I had no desire for food; in fact I scarcely touched food for two days. But I was still raging with thirst. I wanted water all the time--milk or tea was no good. I was allowed a glass of water every half hour, but it was four days from the (time we were rescued before I got over that awful thirst But my sufferings were not over then. My feet pained me terribly, and I oouldn't sleep without a narcotic, and then only for a short time. Dr. Clark who attended me said ten drops of the narcotic would kill the devil, but I was bo crazy with pain and lack of sleep that I used to cry for a big dose iffrery few hours... And one afternoon, when" mother was out and the spasms of pain were wracking me, I crawled on my hands and knees, got up on a chair, took the bottle of narcotic from the shelf and drank half the contents. Then I navi gated my way back to the lounge, crawled half-way up on it and went to sleep. That was the deepest, the best, most blessed sleep I ever had. 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