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She Fell Into Puget Sound and Woke to Fishermen at Dawn

An 18-year-old hotel guest went shell hunting near Smith Cove, slipped between the logs, and spent a rainy night unconscious on the beach before two fishermen found her.

Miss Mamie V. Lynde, a handsome, sprightly, vivacious young lady of 18, who is a guest at the Butler Hotel, but whose home is at Snohomish, had a most startling adventure last Friday night, and one which she will long remember. It was only her youth and strong constitution that saved her life. She accidentally fell into the water, was unconscious for several hours, and remained out all night in the rain and wind. Miss Lynde gave the following account of her adventure and narrow escape from death last evening in the parlor of the Butler Hotel:

"I am fond of walking for exercise, and after dinner Friday I took a longer stroll than usual. I went out as far as the beach on the point beyond Smith Cove. I found a number of pretty shells along the beach and I stopped to gather them. There seemed to be more around the point and I searched along the beach there for them. At 4:30 in the afternoon I saw some sea moss and determined to get it. The shore along there is covered with logs and driftwood, and the moss was in the water on the outside of one of the large logs. I stepped from one log to another and it turned with me and I was first into the water. I must have struck a log in falling, for my head is bruised and my arms scratched.

"I became unconscious and knew nothing till 11:30 o'clock, when I saw some fishermen passing and tried to summon them to my assistance. The rain was beating in my face and I felt stiff and sore. All my garments were wet and I felt as though I had swallowed gallons of the salty sea. I thought I would go up the bank and seek shelter among the trees till the morning. I tried to go to the trees but was too weak to do so.

"I remained where I was till 6 o'clock Saturday morning, and then a couple of fishermen came along, and they were greatly surprised to see me in such a pitiable state. The kind fishermen took me to their cabin and gave me some stimulants. I had lost my purse, my gloves, my hat and my cape, and I sent the fishermen after them, and they could not find them. About 3 o'clock I got some clothing and returned to the hotel, and here I am. It was quite an adventure, wasn't it?" concluded Miss Lynde smilingly.

“It was quite an adventure, wasn't it?”

— Printed in The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895
Then · 1895131 years apartNow · 2026

Smith Cove is now a Seattle park and marina beneath the Magnolia Bridge, a shoreline that still mixes public access with industrial water. Lynde’s story is a reminder that the city’s waterfront has always been both playground and hazard, and that survival could depend on who happened to be fishing at dawn.

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The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-01-15. Library of Congress, Chronicling America.

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The Seattle Post-Intelligencer (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, JAN 15, 1895, Page 3
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