John C Hutcheson

Picked Up at Sea John C Hutcheson

Publisher Marketing: "Sail-ho on the weather-bow!" "What do you make it?" "Looks like a ship's mast, with the yard attached, and a man a-holding on to it and hailing us for help-leastways, that's what it seems to me!" "Jerusalem! On the weather-bow, you say? Can we forereach him on this tack?" "I reckon we can jist about do it, boss, if you put the helm up a bit kinder nearer the wind," drawled out the lookout from his post of observation in the main-top, where he had stopped a moment on catching sight of the object floating in the water ahead of the vessel, as he was coming down from aloft after restowing the bunt of the main-topgallantsail that had blown loose from its lashings. The Susan Jane of and for Boston, Massachusetts, with a cargo from London, had been caught at the outset of her passage across the Atlantic by what her American skipper termed "a pretty considerable gale of wind;" and she now lay tossing about amid the broken waves of the boisterous Bay of Biscay, on the morning after the tempest, the full force of which she had fortunately escaped, trying to make some headway under her jib, close-reefed topsails, and storm staysails, with a bit of her mainsail set to steady her, half brailed up-although the task was difficult, with a nasty chopping cross-sea and an adverse wind.