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Show H THE SAILOR flate September pveninc I -w.ns in ft liospitnl ward in that snng-' snng-' all ports for men of the sea ' Snujr Harbor, siirffcon was felling of an intcr-"ense," intcr-"ense," a few orderlies wero anil a lonesoino old sailor in dirt's chair winded himsidf closo hand over one straining ear. tho corner an old ship's master, iair tilted back, was reading so-y so-y au oxcitinp novel to an inter-iidience, inter-iidience, and at each unexpected ' the IhrillinK plot an old sail, pen month, said soflly, "Well, darned" wind, sweonmsr over from the meadows, howled without and the snug casements. It was a :.ilikc sort of a night, striving somehow o the dangers of the ; recfii and wrecks, of hardships perato privations., of dead men tvning men and then, as if with effort, it brought its' a living r of the dire, hopeless struggle the mighty ocean and a mere S IcHiO uoor opeuuu miuuuiu, .inn n man Kjdcd into tho room a tall, ungainlv La of "downcast" iype; a brohen-Ctog brohen-Ctog man, with glazed eyes and ElehiDg limbs. Rlic surgeon turned and looked BuchinRly at him. "Tobiu?" ho asked fca puzzled way. "Is that vou, KnT" Efla man tried to pull himself to-Blcr to-Blcr and attempted an easy fa-Bliarity. fa-Bliarity. "Sure," said ho; biit his bp voice quavered and the big, 'long Ed he extended shook so that it was Ijfficult to grasp it. hHe flopped down upon the bench, prted up his head and made a woful faeapt at a smile. "Hello, Doc!' i'ar'yc?" His hand was meant to p jocularly the doctor's knee, but it Efwido of its mark and his knuckles Billed against the chair. ftThe reading over in the corner hnd imtd) and the old ship's master was EiiDR intently over his spectacles at 5j newcomer, "Shipwrecks!" said "I've seen 'em before." it And so it proved. ; :lhcy put him to bed and the sur-mn sur-mn administer a sedative. After a kiilo the man's eyes stoped their wild hrine and bis Hps and limbs ceased fcilcbing. But it was only a weak, faonnectod tale that ho could give. ft himself was tho awful, realistic pre-jstment pre-jstment of tho desperate experience he id undergone. At tho end he shook m bend dismally. "I want to forget, fee," says he. 7 'I'm through with the lit. J "Yes, Tobin," said the surgeon, "I !s you're immune." '' His Deep Sea Adventures. I Tobin had been an inmate of the in-puiu'on, in-puiu'on, not as old as the average, but i deep sea-sailor (that means nu iiound-tlie-world" sailor) of many fjars' experience. He had shipped as i toy from that section of tho Mnssa-dgelts Mnssa-dgelts coast vrherc 3'oars past ihcre forests of Essex oak and of which 'UJmado ships a century ago that arc ra sailing. Tobin was gnarled and mn, liko his native trees. IKhe day in spring, as ho sat idly on jiiubor bench looking out on the tug-rtuhed tug-rtuhed waters of the Kill von Kull, 4oe camo to him that old. mysterious gf3go from the deep: "Come back, Mh. Como back and sail again." M he arose .and obeyed the call, f A very old mcssago" that is, but the itta of a sailor aro never too old lo wtch its luring whisper. It tolls of tho pfit south seas: of blue, suuii' wastes i'cpicc-laden breezes; of roaring, so-ttns so-ttns Arctic gales; tempestuous, Ratening, but shrieking high with tho jd noto of freedom and daring. A idess, a wraith of witchery, beckons. Iskons and ho bows his head and pltthe Harbor it's an old storj. Each 'wig there's a wave of uneasiness mx the benches. Hero and there au ', man arises and walks dreamily to fewvernor's office. "I've got to go .7 governor, " he says, simply. And fJ governor, knowing sailors, says gsght, but signs a leave of absence. 1 wSSfv 01,1 c.ma.5tor' ono Captain n. inif.lt n?V" SC0ti:i- wna iR Port with rnii ?ud span overhauled schooner. ?nd h;a,lr-I lTV??d in "owadavs. Tls of the Vails, ! flJhtn.Sane'1 awav f,n'1 straight into t ho teeth-ono strangely: calm day-of I that tropical tornado that swept tho tironi CS ithafc s,1!"r. There were K m cfanvj's a. long, black night of fear that ended m a shivering crash liko a saw was going through the II, and when morning broke fist the ' nabts stood above tho heaving billows, Hid lashed to the mizzen rigging were the captain, cook, the mate that's loom and two sailors, sole survivors. Beneath them was a sunken ship on a blind, sharp reef, over them a burning burn-ing sky and all about them a sailless, ocean waste. And for five days and uights they stared out at it. iivo terrible In vet TM,,.;,. 1. n and their hps puffed out for not a blessed drop of water passed them. Tho cook, a hardened old sailor, stood it with his head sunk down and a diabolical diaboli-cal grin that settled deeper, into his lace; the captain stood it, though at iimps ho raised his head in his agony jind mumbled thickly a broken pravcr; lobin stood it; but the sailors, young boys from Salem, could not, woulii not, I hey scooped up handfuls of the salt water, drank greedily of it hour after hour, till at length the froth came to their lips and they vpnt stark, staring mad. mCv. Trere 'asucd. one on either side of robin, and for two ghoulish nights KI103- screamed to high heaven, screamed till their madness crept momentarily into robin's brain, and -he wailed with them. Saved by the Tramp. One day, at the breaking of the sixth, n cloud of smoke appeared on tho clear horizon and a British tramp steamship came streaking straight toward them. They didn 't see it. Dimly they heard hoarse shouts, for the man on the vessel ves-sel had made out tho masts and the men lashed to them. They lifted their heads weakly: they didn't caro much. "First thing I know," said Tobin. I seo a gray wall in front of me. That was tho hull of the tramp. Now it was right in my face, now it was far awaj". All the time it was dauciu', iliekcrii;' like a shadow. "I heard curses above me 'way off they seemed. 'Aye, there! Ketch' that rope, you lubber!' They didn't know how far gone we was. "Somehow I pulled myself together r don't know how. I made up my mind that when that gray wall camo swcllin' out of the mists again T'd fall on it and grap the Tope ladder that was swingin' in front of it, I. did and I eaught il." 'J hey picked the men off tho riggiug one by one. Tho two young sailors had ceased their ravings for ever. Tho ria-bolical ria-bolical grin of the cook had changed into an idiotic one. The captain's eyes were still turned upward. Only "Tobin recovered. They carried him to Hamburg,, Ham-burg,, t hence to London, whero the American consul sent him home. "He'll ucvor bo right again," said the surgeon. "His nerves aro wrecked boyond repair. It is straugo that ho lives at all." Tobin 's tale is not a rare one. Many others like it might bo added, but the ficrco rush of commerce swallowed them up. Still others might bo added, but dead men's lips do not speak. In tho shippiug registers at Bath, Salem, New lork, Mobile, there aro many brief entries, the ink of which is often dimmed with age. Terse and official records they are; but what stories of the sea t.hev might be if ships could but talk! Here's ono entry: en-try: "Enigma. schooner; James T. Morse, master." Insignificant enough, but it happens that there were survivors of the schooner's wreck. And what a story they tell! Imagine a ship turned bottom up and four men trapped in the cabin and buried under water. Think of them cutting their w:iy up with a blunt hatchet clear up to tho keel of the boat, which rodo above the waves.. Three days they floated within that black hull, and for ten terrible days of hunger and thirst they were huddled togotheriipou the upturned ship's bottom. bot-tom. The fads of this thrilling, harrowing experience aro given by Captain Morso and a sailor, Henry Small, the only two men of the crew alive today. Tho Enigma, a schooner of one hundred hun-dred tons bunion, and built with a flat bottom for shallow cruising along the gulf states, started south from Bath with a cargo of potatoes and lumber. lum-ber. She docked at Charleston and after uuloading the cntiro cargo in tho after hold left for Mobile. Oft: tho Abaco islands a terrific galo struck' her and for twenty-four hours she tossed about in heavy seas. She was a staunch little. craft, nowover, and all on board believed she would weather the storm sueee.'-sfully. The storm abated at night of the second day and l.hrcc of the tired crew went down to the cabin, leaving two. men as watch j on deck. OKB DAY, AT THB BREAKING OF THE SIXTH, A OLOUD OF SMOKE APPEARED. One of (he watch came down about; midnight lo net a drink of water and report ed, ' ' AJI 's well on deck. ' ' "Keep a tdiarp lookout, Anderson," advised the captain, and, mumbling an "Aye, sir," Anderson started up the conipanionway. At that; moment, with an appalling shriek from tho hurricane, a mighty wave ' caught, the boat and with a crashing of masts and creaking of timbers tim-bers sho completely capsized. The mon were tossed out of their bunks and tho little cabin was thrown into total darkness. dark-ness. "T at first, made an attempt," says Captain Morse, "to get out of the coin-panionway, coin-panionway, but when I succeeded iu finding it I realized that it was impossible; impos-sible; as it was under water. A slight crack was open and the water was coming 111, so 1 g3t to work ami slopped up the crack." Tho cabin was a "trunk cabin. ' so called, built three feet above and thrco feet under the deck. The coiling, which , was now the iloor, was onlv two inches thick. That was the onlv partition. PH between them and a dive through tho ' ll water to open air and a strugglo in rH tho heaving . ocean, But even could they force au opcuing through the '1 water would pour in and drown them , hko rats. They were entrapped. Over IH them was the big hull of the ship. "In jostling about on the ceiling." IH continued Captain Morse. "I found a hatchet, thrown out of a loclcor as tho ship capsized. As I picked it up I got an Jdealo cut through tho forward bulkhead of the cabin and get into the hold. It might prolong our lives a little longer. "We had not imich hope." JM a ho idea was followed. Thev chopped IH a hole and crawled through into the black hold, which was swimming with , water, and here, grabbing small float nig planks for supports, thev floated about helplessly till morning. " The daylight, gleaming through the broken after hatch, showed them' the inside skin of the bottom iust above their heads, and thev set to 'work with renewed hopes to cut their way out. It took them two whole da'vs. ' One man. Small, was disabled. His hand had been almost severed bv a blow from the hatchet. The edge of the lat-tor lat-tor grew blunt and would scarcely cut At length when it went through there. was a sharp hiss of escapiug air and the hull quickly settled. Before thev could cork up the opening there was left barely space enough above the water for tlicir heads and swinging arms. 2sow they began all over again, male-;ng male-;ng a. large round scar iu the timber, splintering it out carcfullv so as lo leave only a thin remainder which could be knocked out altogether with several hard biows. At length they got "Out," says Captain Morse, "out of lH tho frying pan and into the fire." One, two, three days went 1)3'. No food, no water, no sail iu sight. Thev IH hoped and prayed for a tropical tain, and to prepare for it they hollowed out a wide groove in a plank. Captain Morse swam out and tried to cut off a piece of canvas sail tried it in vain again and again till ho grew too weak to There was one other member of the little group, a spotted dog that, with SM rough kindness, they had helped along with them. Ho huddled close to them at first, but later ho crawled away as IH far as ho could and watched them "wilii distrustful eyes. Perhaps he foresaw jH his fate, for on the sixth day Anderson., IH grown desperate, killed him and drank of his blood. The next day tho rain came, and, with about a gill of water apiece, Ujo moistened their swollen tongues. They caught a small shark that night, bait- ing him with dog meat till they got their frantic hands in his gills. They were ravenous, mad with hunger, but their swollen throats could .not swallow :H the meat. On the ninth day Anderson 'H wont mad nnd was lashed to the plat- jH form with strips of the mate's shirt. ' jH Their delivery the day following bj IH the English brig Peerless found Auder- H son dead and the rest unconscious, all savo Captain Morse, who was feebly H waving an improvised flag, still grimly waving it as they lifted him into the 'H Tho survivors wero taken aboard tho brig, given sparingly of arrowroot grind the captain of the Peerless had nnco gono through similar torture and taken IH to the little- liospitnl at Matnnzas. where jH they wero nursed back to health, and IH from whero they wore transported home home to rest for a while and wait and then go forth again when tho call of the sen came. H |