Identifier: wreckofsealion00stod (find matches)
Title: The wreck of the Sea Lion
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Stoddard, William Osborn, 1835-1925
Subjects: Seafaring life Shipwrecks Boatmen Ocean travel
Publisher: Philadelphia : Penn Publishing Company
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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age, there it lay, while heleaned over a common ticker telegraphic instru-ment, next door to the upright case that held his bells.A long strip of paper was running slowly out, inthe ordinary way, only rapidly. There ! he exclaimed, suddenly. There itgoes ! Im glad I wasnt any nearer. It got thewhole force of that stroke. He was sitting down on the floor of the shop ashe spoke. All the country around Eastwood waslistening to an uncommonly loud peal of thunderwhich had followed a vivid flash of lightning, andhis telegraphic machinery lay scattered all overthe floor, while the bells had surely gone insane.The shop, too, seemed to smell of sulphur, and itlooked to Squire Lander as if a vicious ball ofblue fire traveled along the work bench to theforge. Flash ! Crash ! Lightning and thunder soclosely arm in arm that the thunder seemed to comefirst, while the blue fire shot up the chimney anda dozen or so of the bricks that had been at the top ►a B. ►* CD fcr P- CD P 3 crq o CD oo»■*
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THUNDER AND LIGHTNING 125 of it came rattling down as if frightened off theirperch by so much thunder-storm. Thunder!5 exclaimed Squire Lander. Idset a trap to catch that storm current, but I didntexpect so much. I cant go to find Si, though, tillthe storms over, and he added, as he stood up,leaned forward and looked : My soul! The tickeris knocked all to pieces ! Ill have to get a new one.You cant exactly hope to regulate a stroke of light-ning. The look of things in his shop, especially aroundhis electrical machinery, was in favor of that idea,but all the rest of that seashore neighborhood onlyknew, as they said : Thats it! What a clap o thunder! Thestorms got here ! Mrs. Vrooman herself turned from explain-ing to her husband the improvements in thehen-coop, which had enabled her to succeed sovery well with ducks, and exclaimed, as the squiredid: Thunder ! Lets go into the house ! Theres a squall coming, Sally, he laughed.It wont hurt the ducks, but I guess you and Iand Katie had be

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