The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, July 8, 1910 Page: 7 of 8
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ST VOYAGE Of T
SAB EL
v/n 1>V
suss
~ Me, Over Life's Tempestuous Sea.”
•uiven't easily to a lashed helm. Leaving Dade
Jesu, above to keep a watchful eye on the
weather, I willingly led the others in-
. my to the steward's pantry, where we
tinne, pried open the door leading down into
lad unless we the lazavette.
That same intense cold of the Ant-
us, 1 arctic smote us the moment the creak-
ing hinges yielded, and we stood peer-
d. ing down through the aperture. We
us they waited impatiently for the first frigid
breath to escape, huddled about the
! stove in the cabin, and recalling ya-
rn us sea tales of treasure seeking,
dr : - f which only served to whet our appe-
a< k of tile for the coming adventure. Now
and then I lifted my eyes, meeting
- g, i" is' questioning glance, and assured
tsping that I understood her mood.
ut At last, but well wrapped in our
g the muillers and bearing a candle aloft
m- ro cast its flickering yellow light
I. through the pitchy darkness, we veu-
i i'wice Mired below, scrambling down the
ice; short ladder. Cole held the glim, his
of black face shining, the whites of his
ord, she sang:
uimm/ts BrMMMmm
\CMfastrA.ctiscu/iK4C0
and sending us stumbling backward to
the ladder, up which we swarmed al-
most in panic. Anything unexpected in
that ghost-ship made cowards of us
all, and we fought our way forth into
the daylight in a suddenness of ter-
ror almost ludicrous, swearing and
clawing at each other like madmen.
It required another hour for the
deluge of water to drain away through
the deck, after which we ventured be-
low again, the relighted candle re-
vealing slush-ice everywhere, with a
considerable trickle still gurgling
through the hole in the door. How-
ever, we had an opening to work at,
and soon succeeded in tearing most of
the obstruction away piecemeal, only
to be confronted by a solid barrier of
glittering ice fully five feet thick, leav-
ing a space at the top of the door bare-
ly sufficient for a man’s body to pass
through. De Nova, cursing as if he
had gone crazy, hoisted me to the top
of It, where I clung precariously, hold-
ing the sputtering candle aloft, and
peering about over the gleaming sur-
face and through into the black sha-
dows. Good Lord, but it was cold, re-
pellent, frightful! The beams sup-
porting the deck, huge, black timbers,
were within easy reach of my hand,
and forward the spectral glow of day-
light streamed in through the rift/in
the deck-planks above. But from one
bulging side ro the other extended
this solid mass of ice, the congealed
draining of a century of waves that
had dashed their salt spray down the
opening ripped by the wrecked main-
mast. Xo wonder the old hulk hung
sodden with all that load below!
I crawled forward as far as the sil-
very butt, of the mainmast whence i
could look up through the splintered
deck to the narrow strip of sky over-
head. There was a bulkhead forward,
but the ice extended solidly to the
wood. I could hear the ceaseless swell
of the sea pounding against the sides,
the groaning of timbers, the flapping
of the jib’s canvas, and realized more
than ever before the sickening, sodden
roll of the laden hull. The level sur-
face of the ice told plainly enough its
story of formation; when all that wa-
ter came through, the vessel bad been
upon an even keel, imbedded firmly,
no.doubt, in the ice-pack. I crept hack
as cautiously as T had advanced, rhe
rolling of the wreck rendering the ollp-
pery surface dangerous to travel over.
The men watched me anxiously as l
slid dowii into the lazarette.
“What did you find, sir?”
“Nothing except ice, solid ice clear
to the forward bulkhead. It looks as
though we had reached the end cf
. our treasure-hunt, my lads.”
There was a sullen growl of profan*
i itv, McKnight viciously slashing a:
THEORY AND PRACTI8E.
>le
shoal,
1 Thee;
the won-
she sang
ase faces
‘Be still,’
es dark-
leaning
with his
the ice-front with his cleaver. Twice
he struck, with no other object except
the venting of his ungovernable anger,
his forehead beaded, the great muecle*
i of his arms standing out like wfclp-
„ „„„„ . . . , , : cords. A considerable chunk scaled
eyes conspicuous as he stared eager lv t - .... . . .. . , .
, , ... , , . ., * off. falling thumping to the deck, and
a’, ut. We found innumerable boxes ■ „ . „ * . . . ’ .
.... . . , ; causing him to spring backward to
a:. 1 barrels, crates, bottles and wicker „ . . . , . .
^ ’ . . escape injury. As if maddenea by
fl i some open, the packing straw t ... , , . . , . ,
. . . „ „ . . * ... • this, he drove in the Made of the ax
rewn about, others tightly nailed. ... , , , ., ...
, . .. , , j again—it clanged against metai. We
pi 1 1 everywhere, evidence that the I ,, . . . ,, , . ..
., , , , _ . . . .tall heard it; we all witnessed the re*
ga.ieon had been amply provisioned \ ^oun(j
• a long voyage, and that her crew; ;to BE CONTINUED.)
Ea.i never perished of starvation. It__
ha i been the cold, the loneliness, the \ sto'-k Day
awful agony of their hopeless condi-! ., *, , , . .. ... . „
H 7 , At Haslach, in tee Kinzlg valley, in
>n that had left the Donna Isabel a neraiany, February 21 Is a holiday and
charnel ship. H e handled tins collec | ha8 bw„ ohKtvei », one for bun-
non rapidly contenting ourselves with : ,Jrcrts of ^ 0nee „pon a ,ime. ,he
merely test ng the weight of each „ teller who explain, its origin bc-
; a. sage, quickly convinced that none 6lns, nasl=ck was overrun with
[lowed
placed
d bent
d my
i filed
of the
was heavy enough to conceal precious
metal. This job must have occupied
mere than an hour, handicapped as
we were by tlie poor light, and several
fin es l glanced through the open trap
ov rhead to observe the faces of the
women framed there as they watched
us silently. Once Dade stared down,
bringing word the sky was thickening
in the west, and lingering to observe
our operations until I had to order him
back upon deck.
snakes, and no one knew hew to drive
them out. One day a great flock o.‘
storks appeared, and they were the
saviors of the place. In recognition
of this deliverance from the pest,
which occurred on February 2, the day
has been kept sacred and is known
as “Stork day.” An appointed oft’ctal
known as the "Stork Fathci” parades
the streets, followed by as many cb 1-
frren as care to join the precession. He
wears his “Sunday clothes” and a high
!id. naii studded, oaken door ap- | hat, decorated with two stuffed storks.
: vi.
lasure.
peared in the forward bulkhead, and
so soon as we had succeeded in han-
dling every article stored within the
lazarette, I had a passage cleared to
the men working with feverish im-
patience. When finally reached, the
door was locked and seemingly as sol-
id a.' the bulkhead itself, nor did a
search of the after staterooms reveal
Stops are made by this procession st
houses along the line and the children
receive g'fts of sweets and small
coins, every householder feeling
pleased to sh. w his gratitude to t.
stork.
hin
t ne
ably asked for both and divided bir. ..
tentJon impartial. One evening
when he called only one of the girls
haunt
of it
he ue-
■ ■ awaited us within. .Vy was at home—by arangeinent— but. as
’ bt at. fiercely with nntiripa usual, h*> asked her to sing, as they
• i d I beard De Nova swearing were all fond of music. In a spirit of
< neh, quite unable to control him mischief she sang. “Take Me, Jamie.
J' ■ mod to me that door would Dear.” which left him rather breath
vi yield: but at last Johnson man-| less- but smiling. A little later the
'<> net a purchase low uown, and other sister came In. bright and be
Cm], heaving at his side, they witching, and upon being requested to
ti>-.. (hi- ,v( '«d asunder. Through *ing she sat down at the piano will
* ;>»‘ning inn made bigly and sang. “If Jamie Asks Me to
; . a. '<>■ nt of ic\ water into j Marry Him What Shall I Say?”—
ur • cry faces, extinguishing Uns litth'-, Ladies' Home Journal.
ftvwej
“My motto is ‘The truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth.’ ”
“Yes; but you’d rather have some-
body else tell it.”
Farmers should eat more oatmeal.
Although the fanner of today is able
to buy almost anything he wants to
wear or to eat he isn’t paying enough
attention to food values when it comes
to his own table.
If he has been watching the exten-
sive researches and experiments on
the question of the best human food
for muscle and brain he will heed the
advice from all sides to “eat more
Quaker Scotch Oats.”
Quaker Scotch Oats is mentioned
because it is recognized in this coun-
try and Europe as the best of all oat-
meals. Feeding farm hands on Quaker
Scotch Oats means getting more work
out of them than if you feed them on
anything else.
For hot climates it is packed in her-
metically sealed tins; and in regular
packages._ 61
It Was His Turn.
Two weary travelers were compelled
to seek lodging in a country hotel
that was unpromising in looks at
least Upon conferring with the own-
er the prospects brightened.
“Certainly, gentlemen,” he said. “I
have one spare bed that the two of
you may have—a large feather one.
This way, please.”
They followed and were loath to
anticipate much ease, but accepted
the only thing and retired. One was
soon snoring long and loudly, the
other could not sleep. At about two
in the morning the wakeful one
nudged his companion.
“Here, get up! Time’s up,” he said.
“What’s the matter?” asked the
other; “we are not on duty.”
“No, but it’s my turn to sleep on
the feather,” was the reply.
AT A CRITICAL PERIOD
Of Peculiar Interest to Women.
Mrs. Mary L Remington, Eigleberry
8L, Gilroy, CaL, says: “I suffered so
severely from pain and soreness over
the kidneys that it was a task for mo
to turn over in bed.
My kidneys acted
very frequently, but
the secretions were
retarded and the pas-
sages scalded. I waa
y weak and run down.
After taking other
remedies without
eflt, I began using
Doan’s Kidney Pills
and was permanently cured. I was
going through the critical period of &
woman’s life at that time and after
using Doan’s Kidney Pills there was a
miraculous change for the better in my
health.”
Remember the name—Doan’s.
For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a
•box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
An Embryo Emancipator.
A little miss riding on a Brooklyn
trolley car the other day tendered
the conductor half fare. “How old
are you, little girl?” he queried, gin-
gerly handling her fare.
She pursed her lips for a moment,
then calmly opened her purse, dropped
two more pennies into the conductor’s
extended palm, snapped her purse
and demurely replied: "You have
your fare, sir; my statistics are my
own!”
A diplomat is a person who has ac-
quired the art of declining to take
“no” for an answer to a request for a
favor.
Dr. PI«rae*s Pleasant Pellet* regulate and Invig-
orate stomach, liver and bowels. Mt>gar-coated,
tiny, granules, easy to taka Do not gripe.
A grass widow can give reference—
but she hardly ever does.
Restore Yonr Health
It is the privilege of most
men and women to be
strong and healthy and if
you are suffering from any
weakness of the Stomach,
Liver or Bowels take the
Bitters just now. It is
for Poor Appetite, Head-
ache, Indigestion, Dys-
pepsia, Costiveness, Ma-
laria, Fever and Ague.
Try a bottle today, but be sure
and get the genuine with Pri-
vate Stamp on neck.
OSTETTER1
CELEBRATED
STOMACH
BITTER
A Practical Discourse.
One stormy day the children were
amusing themselves indoors, playing
church. “Now, Florence,” said Theo-
dore, “I’ll be the minister and tell you
what you must do, and you’ll be the
people, and you must listen and do
what I tell you.” Climbing up on a
chair, he began his sermon “Florence,
you must be a very good girl and do
whatever your brother wants you to.
If he wants your playthings, you must
let him have them, and if you want
any of his, you Just let ’em alone.”-—
Christian Herald.
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“My baby waa troubled with break-
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Itch. We used ail ordinary remedies,
but nothing seemed to do any good
until I tried HUNT’S CURE and In a
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and now baby is enjoying the best of
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Readers ‘“‘rffi*7
tied in k* columns shoolaiuifl upon
having what they ask («, refusing all
Puzzle for Cupid.
A young man named Jamie had h.een j
: * keys. No doubt they were In Sal- calling quite often whe-r there
' u'i ,re‘s pocket, many a league astern, j two sisters of nearly the nan sge i
• Kelly and McKnight brought down j It was a sort of jok*- to the gh a* to j
| the cleaver and an iron bar, and pro- which was the attraction, as ho . *n- I
coded to burst it open, the rest of
us crowding about, too cold and ex-
cited to keep still, but very confident
WINTERSMITHS
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>rm,
jrse
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cts. Tak* no substitute. FgIX—
book of duzzIm sent to any address.
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Davis, J. R. & Hudson, C. H. The Pearsall Leader (Pearsall, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, July 8, 1910, newspaper, July 8, 1910; Pearsall, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1072889/m1/7/?q=%22~1~1%22~1: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; .