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THE CLAYTON TRIBGNE. CLAYTON. GEORGIA.
TEMPEST
F all the dangers ami hazards to which
&£ ® humanity is liable, not one more
—-rrm quickly reaches the heart-strings or
strikes a stronger chord of sympathy
than shipwreck. The advance of
_yvL*yv, science, it is said, has killed the
*"* poetry, the wonder and the romance
of the sea, but it cannot, as we too
often have occasion to deplore, eliminate its
peril. The agony of suspense may not, indeed, in
these dayB be prolonged, for the iron or steel hull
breaks up more quickly than the fabric of the
wooden ship, which oftentimes for days bumped
and tore on the rocks or sands before it fell to
pieces. On the other hand, the catastrophes in
cidental to the sea— .
collision, fire and its
awful horrors, and
stranding — are now
on a more colossal
scale. The ships are
bigger, more poor
souls ure endangered,
brings the harrowing
details more speedily
home to a wider cir
cle of sympathizers.
Ocean travel today, it
is true, has been
made comfortable,
and the passenger
ships race from port
to port with the
punctuality of the
post. The seafarer,
i whether lie lives in
the forecastle or luv
uriates in the state
room, no longer has
fighting for liis life or
property, nor v is he
subject to the dis
courtesy, the stupidi
ty or the brutality of
those to whom he
looks for a safe and
pleasant voyage. The
rude seaman who in
olden times regarded
his passengers with
Ill-concealed con
tempt, and in the mo
ment of danger drove
them below, battened
them under hatches
and left them in the
ill-smelling and suf
locating hold, to suf
fer agonies of fear,
longer exists. It will
be remembered how
Shakespeare's boat
swain in "The Tern
pest” roughly orders
the passengers below
and out of the way lest they impede the efforts of
the mariners engaged in attempting to save the
vessel. Hut the sea has lost nothing of its
strength, its capriciousness or its malignancy, and
when the unexpected happens and the ship strikes
it is, unfortunately, too true that, however
staunchly built her skin, the attendant horrors
ure seldom wanting or the resultant calamity less
direful than it was in olden days.
Almost all shipwrecks may be regarded In three
aspects—the pathetic, the heroic and the pictur
esque. The cinematograph has not yet, so far as
we are aware, recorded the various phases of a
real shipwreck. The great liner, teeming with
life, the microcosm of a big city; her people, ex
pectant of a fine and favorable passage, confident
in the knowledge that those in charge are fully
competent, hopeful thut everything possible has
been done for their comfort and security; then
the fog or darkness closing in, uncertainty, un
easiness, the crash, the grinding on the rock.
There follow the passionate sweep of the seas and
the complatning echo of the surf, accompanied,
perchance, by the raging of the wind and the
terrible blast of the rain-filled tempest. Then
tragedy, too frequently in sight of hundreds on
shore who would be willing helpers, but are able
to render little or no assistance. A few hours
later and a raffle of wreckage on the storm-strewn
beach is all that tells the fearful tale. Yet photog
raphy can aid in the realization of such events,
and, as the photographs reproduced with this ar
ticle show, can, more especially when the deserted
hulk is for a time preserved, indicate, if only in
adequately, the fury, the misery and the desolate
ness of shipwreck.
When fire is added to the other perils, then tho
spectacle becomes magnificent in Its horrors. De
scribing the burning of the Queen Charlotte, of
110 guns, the flagship of Lord Keith, off Leghorn,
in March, 1800, a spectator tells how the ship be
came enveloped In black clouds of suffocating
smoke, from which here and there gleams of
lurid flame arose. Then the fire became more
vivid, rose higher and higher, grew brighter and
brighter, crept quietly, but surely, onward and
upward, enveloping the masts, tho yards and all
the delicate tracery of rigging und spars. The
boats on tho booms, tho quarter-deck, the poop in
one direction, and the forecastle, bowsprit and
masts in the other, were each in turn enwrapped
in flames, amid the flickering of which the dark
bodies of the gallant officers and men stood out
distinctly as they attempted to smother the fire
with blankets and hammocks, or poured streams
of water upon the burning parts. In spite of their
almost superhuman efforts, tho flames rolled on,
making the destruction of the ship inevitable,
while to add to the striking effect the guns, as
they became hot, exploded, threatening the ap
proach of those who would have gone to the suc-
cur of the crew. At length the tire reached the
magazines, and the vessel blew up, sending a
dusty column of debris-and wreckage high into
the air. All that was left unburnt immediately
sunk down by the stern; but when tho ponderous
contents of the hold had been washed uway, the
ship was suddenly seen to emerge almost her
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dured. He lost his hold, not of the boy, but of the
mast, the waves swept over them and they perish
ed together.
Or take, again, an incident which is related in
connection with the cool heroism and gallantry of
the middy who was detailed to guard the spirit
room of the Abergavenny when that vessel went
ashore. Some of the men, overcome by selfish
ness and fear in their panic-stricken state, came
down determined to broach the rum casks, since
they might as well die drunk as sober. “I know
we must, die," exclaimed the midshipman, "but let
us die like men!” And he maintained his guard
until the ship sank under him. It is unnecessary
to relate the well-known example of courage and
self-devotion shown at the loss of the troopship
BIrken head. From the captain downwards, with
out exception, seamen and soldiers all exhibited
the utmost calmness and disregard of self. It
has been said that the instinct of discipline was
stronger in them than the instinct ol life. And
only recently we have another instance of forti
tude and courage in the behavior of the bandsmen
of the Titanic, who, amid that last terrible scene,
continued to play until washed from their feet as
the ship went down.
There are few more pathetic pictures of ship
wreck than that presented by the loss of the
Halsewell, an East Indiaman, outward hound in
1780. She had for her captain a man named
Pierce, one of the most popular and experienced
of the company’s commanders. When she drove
ashore in a gale under St. Alban’s Head the sea
was running too high and with too much fury to
afford any chance of getting away in the boats.
Among the many ladies on board were the cap
tain’s two daughters, and he called his chief
mate to the cabin to ask if he could think of any
method of preserving the lives of the girls. “Morn
ing may bring up a chance,” was the reply; “there
is nothing to be done tonight, sir." The ship lay
with her broadside to the shore, under the high
and almost perpendicular cliff, with her deck ex
posed to tho overwhelming rush of the seas. All
the women were assembled in the round house,
where Captain Pierce, with his arms round his
daughters, sat holding his girls to his heart,
speechless with despair. The only lights afforded
to these poor women were a few wax candles in
glass lanterns. Out of 240 people only 74 sur
vived, and the third mate tells the story of how
the people perished in the round house. The
morning was just breaking when he went on deck,
grasped a hencoop, was washed overboard, swept
against the vessel, and then washed away again
on the strand.
NOT COMPLAINING.
“So you don't think the high cost of living has
made any difference in the family table?”
“No,” replied tho very young man with a hear
ty appetite. “We don't have as much company
as we used to and aren’t afraid to ask for a
second helping."—Washington Star.
HIS STANDING.
Paying Teller—You must get some one to
Identify you before I can pay this check. Have
you any friends in this town?
Stranger—Not one. I’m the dog catcher.—Our
Animals.
HE KNEW THERE WAS.
“There’s some good stuff in Lemuel.”
Lemuel's Roommate—I should say there was.
He Just finished eating a pound of fudge that
Amaryllis sent up to me.—Cornell Widow.
whole length from the deep, and then, turning
over, she floated for a few moments on tho surface
with her burnished copper glistening in the sun.
Such was the fate of the Queen Charlotte, the sec
ond largest ship in the British navy of her day;
and quite recently an effect almost as striking
was described by those who witnessed the burn
ing of the steamship Yolturno in mid-Atlantic.
It is on the heroic aspect of shipwreck that one
would prefer to dwell, when the awful peril im
pending gives opportunity for the exhibition of
fortitude and bravery, and when the imminence
of death brings out those noble traits of character
which have ever distinguished the seamen. In
the excitement of battle each man joins 'in the
conflict, excited and encouraged by the cheers of
his comrades and the hopes of victory. But it is
when suddenly confronted by the danger of ship
wreck, when neither the nimbleness, dexterity or
resource of the sailor is of much avail, that the
moment arrives for him to display his Belf-pos-
sesBion, his devotion, his courage, and seldom has
he failed to prove his merit in these circum
stances. Over and over again we may read of
a gallant fellow who would not desert their com
panions in misfortune, of the intrepidity of officers
who could not be persuaded to quit their ships
while a man remained on board. Quite recently
the British admiralty named a destrdyer in mem
ory of ('apt. Charles Lydiard, who, with a dis
tinguished war record, was commanding the An
son, a fine 40-gun ship, in December, 1807, when
in a hard galo, owing to the thickness of the fog,
she ran ashore to the west ot the Lizard. The
gale was tremendous, and when the vessel took
the ground many of the men were washed away
by the huge seas which swept the deck. Many
others were killed by the falling spars, the crash
ing sound of which, as they came from aloft, min
gled with the shrieks of the women on board, was
heard by the spectators on shore amid the roar
of the waters and the howling of the wind.
Calm and undaunted amid the terrors of the
scene, Captain Lydiard is described as displaying
in a remarkable degree that self-possession and
passive heroism which has been so often the
proud characteristic of the commander of a Brit
ish ship of war under similar harassing condi
tions. He was able to restore order, to assist the
wounded, to encourage the timid, and to revive
expiring hope. By the main mast, which in falling
overboard served as a communication between
the ship, and the shore, the captain pointed out
that there wao a means, dangerous certainly, by
which the land could be reached. It was fated,
however, that he should not himself enjoy the re
ward of his humanity. When seemingly every
one had left the vessel, nnd he was about to un
dertake the passage, he heard the cries of some
one in terror, and found a youngster, a protege of
his own, clinging in despair to u part of the
wreck, without either strength or courage to
make an effort for his own preservation. Captain
Lydiard’s resolution was Instantly taken. Throw
ing an arm round the boy, with the other he clung
to the spars and rigging and attempted the peril
ous passage ashore. But nature was exhausted
by the mental and physical sufferings he had en-
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>
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Interested the Feline.
“Serenaded my girl last night."
“Any member of the family come
out?"
“Only the cat."
STOP EATING MEAT IF
KIDNEYS OR BACK HURT
Take a Glass of Salts to Clean Kid
neys If Bladder Bothers You—
Meat Forms Uric Acid.
She Should Not Contradict.
An officer in the Indian service, who
was not particularly noted for good
looks, one day turned to his wife's
ayah and said:
"Do i not look like a monkey?"
Expecting that she would, of course,
hasten lo reply in the negative. Ho
was rather taken aback, however,
when she replied:
"The Protector of the Poor is
pleased to say so, and bow can his
slave dare to contradict him?"
Eating meat regularly eventually
produces kidney trouble in some form
or other, says a well-known authority,
because the uric acid in meat excites
the kidneys, they become overworked;
get sluggish; clog up and cause all
sorts of distress, particularly backache
and misery in the kidney region; rheu
matic twinges, severe headaches, acid
stomach, constipatlou, torpid liver,
sleeplessness, bladder and urinary Ir
ritation.
Tho moment your hack hurts or kid
neys aren't acting right, or If bladder
bothers you, get about four ounces of
Jad Salts from any good pharmacy;
take a tablespoonful In a glass of
water before breakfast for a few days
and your kidneys will then act fine.
This famous salts Is made from the
acid of grapes and lemon juice, com
bined with lithia, and has been used
for generations to flush clogged kid
neys and stimulate them to normal
activity; also to neutralize the acids in
the urine so it no longer irritates, thus
ending bladder disorders.
Jad Salts cannot injure anyone;
makes a delightful effervescent lithia-
water drink which millions of men and
women take now and then to keep the
kidneys and urinary organs clean, thus
avoiding serious kidney disease.—Adv.
FOR 5
TIVE ‘
GK CHILD
English Exclusiveness.
The Englishman, as everyone
knows, Is inclined to be individual and
Independent, if not exclusive. He is
happy with his family In his country
mansion, where a high hedge insures
seclusion, and permits only the chim
neys of his house to be seen from
the road. He does not crave excite
ment and conviviality. He prefers the
quiet and peace of the semi-rural su
burb to the whirl of the city. He docs
not like to be within too easy access
t>f the malestrom. The automobile
and tile train and trolley care are
quite speedy enough. With his family
about him, and tho city and its busi
ness cares at a safe distance, the Eng
lishman Is happy. Suburban Life.
SHE GAVE UP
More About That Coldest Winter.
“Ptu!—just so!" Indorsed Uncle
Lazzenberry, when old Oracle Onken
had concluded his meteorological
reminisences. “That’s a—ptu!—fact!
1 remember myself how cold 'twas in
eighteen hundred and suthin’. Recol
lect pertickerly that live coals froze
solid right in the fireplace and the
flames of the candles would freeze and
us children would break 'em off and
eat 'em for strawberries. Eh-yah! —
'twas middlin’—ptu!—cold, that win
ter.”
Snickers and giggles seem to have
taken the place of the good old fash
ioned hearty laugh.
FRIENDLY TIP.
Restored Hope and Confidence.
After several years of Indigestion
and its attendant evil influence on the
mind, It is not very surprising that
one finally loses faith in things gen
erally.
A N. Y. woman writes an interesting
letter. She says:
“Three years ago I suffered from an
attack of peritonitis which left me in
a most miserable condition. For over
two years I suffered from nervousness,
weak heart, shortness of breath, could
not sleep, etc.
“My appetite was ravenous but I
felt starved all the time. I had plenty
of food but It did not nourish me be
cause of intestinal indigestion. Medi
cal treatment did not seem to help. I
got discouraged, stopped medicine and
did not care much whether I lived or
died.
“One day a friend asked me why I
didn’t try Grape-Nuts food, stop drink
ing coffee and use Postum. I had lost
faith In everything, but to please my
friend I began to use both and soon
became very fond of them.
“It wasn’t long before I got some
strength, felt a decided change In my
system, hope sprang up In my heart
and slowly but surely I got better. I
could sleep very well, the constant
craving for food ceased and I have
better health now than before the at
tack of peritonitis.
“My husband and I are still using
Grape-Nuts and Postum.”
Name given by PoBtum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well-
vtlle,” in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.”
Evfp rend the above letter? A new
one appear* from time to time. They
are icenulne, true, and full of huinau
Interest.
“California Syrup of Figs” can’t
harm tender stomach,
liver and bowels.
Every mother realizes, after giving
' her children "California Syrup of
I Figs” that this is their ideal laxative,
| because they love its pleasant taste
I ind it thoroughly cleanses tho tender
! little stomach, liver and bowels with-
j out griping.
When cross, irritable, feverish or
j breath is bad, stomach sour, look at
S the tongue, mother! If coated, give a
j teaspoonful of this harmless “fruit
j laxative," and in a few hours all tho
j foul, constipated waste, sour bile and
j undigested food passes out of the bow-
| els, and you have a well, playful child
| again. When its little system is full
i of cold, throat sore, has stomach-ache,
diarrhoea, Indigestion, colic—remem
ber, a good “inside cleaning” should
j always bo the first treatment given.
Millions of mothers keep “California
Syrup of Figs” handy; they know a
teaspoonful today saves a sick chl’d
tomorrow. Ask at the store for a DO-
cent bottle of “California Syrup of
Figs,” which has directions for babies,
children of all ages and grown-ups
printed on the bottle. Adv.
V ..
The Settlement.
She—Did you make papa come to
terms, as you said you would?
He—Yes, and they were the very
worst that anyone ever applied to me.
ALL HER WORK
On Account of Her Weakness, Bui
Cardui, the Woman’s Tonic,
Brought Back Strength.
Summit, Va.—Mrs. Leonora Walker,
of this place, has the following to say
regarding her experience with Cardui,
tho woman's tonic: “Before I began
to take Cardui, I suffered with woman
ly troubles, and, also, with what I
thought was stomach trouble. I was
so weak, I had to give up all my
housework; and could not do any of
the cooking.
I commenced taking Cardui, the
woman’s tonic, and after the third day
I began to feel better. Have now
used five bottles, and am well, and
can do all of my housework and cook
ing by myself. In fact, I feel like a
new woman.
I shall be only too glad to do any
thing I can, to help praise the Cardui
Home Treatment, for it is so good for
suffering women. I shall never be
without it.”
For over half a century, Cardui has
been helping to build weak, nervous,
tired-out women, hack to strength and
health. It goes to the seat of the trou
ble and builds up womanly strength
where it Is most needed.
Cardui may be the very medicine
your system has long been needing.
Get a bottle from yopr druggist today.
It cannot harm you, and should surely
do for you what it has done for so
many thousands of others.
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Sanity of Hamlet.
Shakespeare was asked If Hamlet
was sane.
“No New York jury would convict
him," he answered confidently.
Constipation causes and uggnivates many
serious diseases. It is thoroughly cured by
l>r. Bierce’s Pleasant Pellets. The favorite
family laxative. Adv.
Not That Kind.
“Do you eat much meat, my dear
j sir?"
"No, indeed, doctor; I am a valetu-
i dlnarian.”
Many a woman 1 suffers from In
somnia because her husband talks in
bis sleep.
If you have to walk, distance doesn't
lend enchantment to the view.