Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1834-10-01

"And now, my lads" said the captain, "I'll
teach you what mutiny is. You see these two
frigates alongside of us. You had forgotten
them, suppose, but hadn't. Here, you scoun-
drel, Mr.. Jones"-(ths was the Joe Miller)--
strip, sir. If ever there was mischief IN
ship, you are at the head"
"Head, sr2" said the man, assuming va
cant look; "what head, sir? Do yon mean tne
snakes head? | don't know any thing about II,
sir"
"Strp sir" cried the captain in rage, "Pll
soon bring you to your senses"
"If YOU please your hononor, what have
done to be tied up for2" said the man.
"Strip, you scoundrel"
"Well, sir, if you please, it's hard to be hos-
ged for nothing"
The man pulled off his clothes, and walked
up to the grating The quarter-masters seized
"Seized up, sir" reported the scoundrel of
sergeant of marines, who acted as the captains
spy.
The captain looked for the articles of war to
read, as is necessary previous to furnishing
man, and was little puzzled to find one, where
no positive offence had been committed. At
| last, he pitched upon the one which refers to
combination and conspiracy, and creating dis
content. We all took off our hats as he read il,
and then he called Mr. Paul, the boatswain, and
! ordered him to give the man dozen.
IT.,
his arm in a sling, " | can't fog-I can't lift up
my arm"
'Your arm was well enough when came
on board sir" cried the captain.
"Yes, sir; but in hurrying the men up, slip
ped down the ladder, and Pm afraid Pve put my
shoulder out"
| The captain bit his lips; he fully believed it
was sham on the part of the boaswain. (Which
| indeed it was,) to get off fogging the men,
" Well. then, where is the chief boatswain's
mate, Miller?"
| "Here. sir,n said Miller, coming forward; a
stout, muscular man, nearly six feet high, with
pig-tail nearly four feet long, and his open
breast covered with black shaggy hair.
"Give that man dozen, sir" said the cap.
| tain
The man looked at the captain, then at the
ships company, and then at the man seized up,
but did not commence the punishment.
"Do you hear me, sr2" roared the captain.
! elf you please, your honor, Pd rather take
my disrating -I-don't wish to be chief
| boatswain's mate in this here business"
"Obey your orders Immediately, sir" cried
the captain; or, by G., Fll try you for mu-
tiny"
dwell. sir | beg your pardon; but what must
be, must be. | mean no disrespect, Captain
Hawkins, but cannot fog that NANNY con-
science wont let me-"
"Your conscience, sir?"
"Beg your pardon, Captain Hawkins Eve al
ways done my duty, foul weather or fair; and
I've been eighteen years in his Majesty's SER
vice, without ever being brought to punishment;
but if am to be hung now, saving your plea
sure and with all respect, can't helpit"
60 give you but one moment more, sir" CRED
the captain; "do your duty"
The man looked at the captain, and then eyed
the yard arm "Captain Hawkins | will do ing
duty, although mast swing for it." So saying,
he threw his cat down on the quarter. deck, and
fell back among the ships company.
The captain was now COMPOUNDED, and hard
y knew how to act; to persevere appeared use
less-to fall back was almost as impossible.
dead silence of minute ensued. Every one
was breathless with Impotence to know what
would be done next The silence was, howe
yer, first broken by Jones, the Joe Miller, who
was seized up.
"Beg your honor's pardon, sir" said he,
turning his head round; g" but if am to be fog
ged, will you be pleased to let me have it over?
shall catch my death a-cold, naked here all
day"
This was decided mockery on the part of the
man, and reused the captain.
"Sergeant Of marines, put that Miller, and
that man Collins, both legs in irons for mutny.
My men, perceive that there is conspiracy
in the ship, but shall very soon put an end to
it: know the men, and by c. they shall re-
pent it. Mr.. Paul, pipe down. Mr. Simple,
man my gig; and recollect, it's my positive Or
ders that no boat goes on shore"
The captain left the brig, looking daggers at
me, as he went over the side; but had done my
duty, and cared little for that.
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