My City December 2022

History of the Great Lakes The White Hurricane Cometh BY PETER HINTERMAN

TheWitch of November came in the night, and she was angry. As the storm sent wave after wave breaking over the deck of the L. C.Waldo, Second Mate Feeger was desper ately trying to navigate across the bouncing and heaving ship.The snow flew in the gale-force wind, blinding him to all but the brightest of lights. Small needles of ice, propelled by the monstrous wind, shot into Feeger’s exposed face and arms as he desperately made his way to the wheelhouse. Moving slowly, he gripped the metal rail that kept him and his shipmates from being tossed into the deadly black waters of Lake Superior – the only

thing keeping him upright and alive. As he approached his destination, the light from the wheelhouse cut through the bitter storm. It was the one thing he could see clearly – a beacon leading him to his captain so he could deliv er the news that the ship was taking on water and that they would have to find a harbor quickly or succumb to the Witch’s curse. He was looking up into the lights of the wheelhouse when a ferocious wave smashed into it, breaking out windows and sweeping the silhouette of a shipmate clear out into the malevolent depths, never to be found. Feeger gritted his teeth against the wet winds. How could they possibly make it out alive?

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