A Plucky New Zealander.
I have often read about plucky rescues. When I was at Hobart I happened to be an eye-witness of one. The steamer' Oonah was leaving the pier at ten o'clock at night. The father of one of the passengers came down to say goodbye to whia eon. As the steamer moved away he walked along the pier, shouting a farewell message. When he came to the end of the pier, as there was no light to show £he danger, he stepped over the edge; ancl the next moment he found himself splashing in 20ft of water, 10ft below the pier, encumbered with his clothes, and with nothing near of which he could catch a grip. t There was a loud cry of "Man. overboard !" and a rush by the fcrpwd to the spot. Everybody called loudly tor a rope, and appeared to expect anybody or everybody else to get one. I noticed one citizen who silenced his neighbor, who was lustily crying for a rope,** by saying severely; '' Cant you stop hollering and go and get a rope ?" but he never stirred himself. Another enthusiastic onlooker threw himself down and > held out ,hia umbrella for the drowning man to clutch at, but as the end of it;, was rather more than 6ft from the water, there was no practical result. A crowd is very ! helpless, and the man might easilyjhava been drowned with a hundred people looking, on, each waiting for somebody else to do something;' But another splash was heard. A young fellow had taken off his coat and boots and plunged in and grasped the old man. He held him up until the tardy arrival 61 a lif qbuoy and a boat. Even in that moment of suspense his coolness was most amusing.: JiOan-'t you lie still, you old fooy he*apostrophised the man he was saving. "!sfou have spoiled my only shore-going suit? that's mischief enough for one night." When- the boat' arrived, the boatman caught hold of him first, but he simply said: "No, no ;. the old. man first. There was some little fuss as the boafc came up. He called out plaintively: "Do make less noise there, gabbling like a lot of babies." Once ashore, he took his clothes, and simply saying "I'm late for an appointment," burst through his admirers. It was afterwards understood that he was Mr Midshipman Stanjjiy [eldest son of the Rev. T. L. Stanjflp* formerly of Dunedin] of the Orlando. A few such men would have been useful on board the Quetta. —"Aulus," in thq "Australasian. .-_, , r~; > ,
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A Plucky New Zealander., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2390, 1 April 1890
A Plucky New Zealander. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2390, 1 April 1890
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