February 26, 1963
Billy Jones clawed his way up, gripping each slick rock with all his might. An icy wind blasted him with snow, taking his breath away. He had to keep going. His brother Floyd would die if he didn’t get help.
He peered down into the darkness, barely able to see the frothy waves splashing against the rocks below. How long had he been climbing? It felt like hours, but he could see the light from the lighthouse above him, getting a little closer as he continued.
When he and Floyd left the harbor in Maine that morning, they hadn’t planned to go far from shore, but their engine failed just as a gale struck, blowing them out to sea. For twelve hours they bailed water and prayed until their boat ran aground below the lighthouse at Southwest Head, Grand Manan Island, Canada.
The two brothers struggled to reach a ledge above the crashing surf, but Floyd was numbed by the cold and could not go on. So Billy left Floyd and climbed the perilous steep cliff to the lighthouse to get help. Three hours later, he reached the top and crawled to the keeper’s house collapsing in front of the door. With what little strength he had left, he pounded on the door.
When Keeper Ottawa Benson and his wife Hildred heard the sound, they opened the door and found Billy covered with snow. He barely managed to talk, saying, “Me and my brother’s been blown ashore. I got up the bank, but he’s still down there.”
The keeper was astonished. Even though there had been other wrecks at the base of the cliff, no one had ever climbed to the top before. He summoned a rescue party, but the group decided the conditions were too bad to attempt the rescue, deciding to wait until morning. However, one of the men, Vernon Bagley, volunteered to descend the cliff to get Floyd, saying the man would be dead if they waited until morning.
A nylon rope was tied around Bagley and he was lowered over the cliff, but after going a short distance down, he lost his footing and got banged up by falling rocks. He decided to call it quits and scrambled back up to the top. Then he changed his mind, said, “Yessir, I sure would!” and went back down, armed with a flashlight and extra mittens in his pocket.
Bagley finally succeeded in finding Floyd, his clothes covered in ice. Bagley wrapped Floyd’s arms around himself, tied the rope around both of them, then signaled to be pulled up. Bagley tugged himself and the unconscious man who was dead weight, inching their way up the rocks until they were almost to the top and Bagley was exhausted. He wedged Floyd into a crevice before getting pulled up to the top by himself and collapsing on the ground. Another man volunteered to bring Floyd the rest of the way up, so he tied the rope around his waist and was lowered the remaining twenty-five feet, finally getting the man to the top
Billy, Floyd and Vernon Bagley were taken to the hospital where they all recuperated. Later, when he was asked why he responded in such a way, Bagley said he’d been having an argument with himself after his first failed attempt, and the question kept coming to his mind asking if he would go down to rescue the man if it was his own brother. To which he answered, “Yessir, I would!”
None of the heroes could understand how they had climbed the 125-foot cliff. Floyd’s brother Billy said he felt a strong wind pushing him up. Vernon Bagley could hardly believe he had climbed the rock himself. But the main force that gave the men motivation to rescue Floyd was brotherly love. Even though Floyd was not Bagley’s brother, he knew he would risk his life for his own brother.
In the book of Proverbs it says, “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.” (Prov. 17:17 NASB) When Floyd needed help, his “brothers” provided it.
That is quite the cliff!
What an inspiring story, Marilyn. I love reading about brave heroism and certainly needed a lift today. Thank you!
Thanks, Sandra. Glad it “lifted” you!
Do you have a date for this episode? Also, after that event, it is surprising that a ladder of some sort has not been installed.
Wow, that’s incredible! You find the most amazing stories. When did this happen? So inspiring, Marilyn!
thanks, Kiersti. I debated putting the date. Think I’ll go back and put it in.
1963
my mom was actually married to Bill jones he is also my sisters and brother father there was also a song written about this im trying to find it.
My mom was married to Bill Jones he is my sisters and brother father
Hi Ann you can get a hold of me at rsoble58@yahoo.com I’m sure you know my mom agnes
Rose Rogers, I am bill jones daughter would love to hear your connection
Hi Ann my mom is Agnes. My brother was bill Jones and my sister ruby Jones and I’m sure you know what happens to my brother
Hi again Ann quimby my mom was Bill Jones first wife she had 4 children by him ruby Jones Deanna Jones William Jones arline Jones they are all my half sisters and brother so they would be your to my brother Billy stayed with your family when you were young maybe to young for you to remember. My mom was very young when she married your father she was from campobello island . I did meet your mom once when I was young I have left my email for you to reach out to me I can give you lots of pics of our sisters and brothers
That wws my great uncle’s bill said it was like the hand of god was holding him on the ledge
Nick, Thank you for sharing that tidbit! It should be in the story!
Can someone find the folk song about this I found it once can’t seem to find it
i once found a folk song about this does anyone have info on it