The Wind Scraped The Mast Clean

Captain Hurlbut of the British bark Bowmao B. Law considera hitnself fortúnate in coming out of a terrible typhoon in the China .seas, not without a scratch, but without the loss of any of hls crew or even of a spar or sail. Thia is his experience as he relarted it: "We left Sourabaya, Java, bountl for the Columbia river. All went well for the first week. The men put in their j time well about the ship, and one ■ ticular job that waa attended to was j painting the inizzentopmast. This was i wood. the other masts and topmasts being iron. I noticed that the paint on the spar blistered more or less under the tropical sun. "One fine afternoon, under a clear sky, the Btortn came on us. There was hardly any warriing. . The typhoon Bhot i out of the gnlf of Siam as though it ' carne from a cannon. What in the distance was ;i ripple on the surface of the sea, as it approached us became a feathery, foam dashed mass of waves, and the next instant the lmrricane sfcruck tis. All sail was stowed away, and we tore ahead vinder bare poles at locomotive speed. When the fury of the typhoon abated, we found everything intact. The mizzentopmast, however, was bare of paint. The wind had blown the blisters off, and nojkfaing reudained but the