Narrow Escape from the Rising Tide
A man who fell into a drunken slumber near the waterfront was rescued just before the incoming tide could overtake him.
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Yesterday morning an individual who had been indulging too moderately in that which inebriates, laid or fell down on the mud at low water mark, just back of Glenn & Clapp's store, and fell into a sound sleep. As the tide began to rise, and the salt waves began to wash in upon him, someone happened to notice him, and went to his rescue and carried him up onto the wharf, and stowed him away in an old shed.
“As the tide began to rise, and the salt waves began to wash in upon him, someone happened to notice him, and went to his rescue.”
This story serves as a reminder of the industrial and sometimes perilous nature of the Snohomish riverfront, where a lapse in judgment could turn fatal due to the tidal rhythms of the Snohomish River. It captures a slice of life from a bustling, rugged port town that was intimately connected to the water.
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