The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1837-11-18

young crowded round him, but he evaded
all their inquiries; and it was not until eve
ming that, seated with few particular cro-
nies, he gave the following recital Of his
adventure:-
"When l pushed off from the rock"
said he, 81 confess did feel little fab
bergasted. Howsomever, there was mouse
in turning back; so put the helm up, and
before We could say Jack Robinson, was
alongside the barque. A great big-bellied
Dutchman she was, with studding-sails set
aloft and allow; but what bamboozled me
most was, sink the noise or word was to be
heard aboard She was more like float
ing churchyard than decent Dutch craft.
Howsomever, ran the yawl close under
the mizen-chains, and hailed her as loud as
| could bawl, 'Barque, ahoyr 'Hilloa!
answered black looking swab, popping
his mug over the starboard quarter. Does
your honor want pilot says |. YES,
says he, very civil; 'step aboard, we'll pay
you well-heave out line there! Well,
into the chains l jumped, and who dye
think stepped up to me but old Dauy Jones
himseLf-a regular devil with cloven hoofs,
and laundering long tail, with hons to
match!"
sit was der wilde Yager," interrupted
Hans.
"Hold your jaw, ye Jarman lubber.
WELL says he, 'what cheer, Jack Thomp-
son. says he, quite coolly, though his eyes
were burning in his head like couple of
and-grenades. Then says he, Jack
Thompson, go to the wheel and work the
ship. AK your pardon, but which is the
skipper, sir?'' says |, as bold as brass. Im
the skipper says he, making low scrape
TAT your sarvce.' you, the skipper!
well that's a,rare one, anyhow, thinks l;
nice mess I've got into. Well, was OBJ
ligated to take the helm, and it warnt till
then l diskivered that every man of the
crew was the very moral of old Davy the
skipper, howsomever, to give the devil his
due, they were good seamen, and did their
duty like men-of-war' 's-men. Well, not to
be spinning out long yarn, worked the
ship out of her berth amongst the rocks,
without so much as breaking barnacle on
her keel; and when fairly got into the Of
fng, taking off my hat very civilly, l wish
ed the captain a good voyage, and was
just stepping into the yawl that lay along
side, when he stopped me. Jack Thomp-
son. says he, you're rele trump, and
did ye're duty like man, here's something
to drink my health with-and he hauled
a long pnrse of golden sinners out of his
breeches-pocket. Twas rather taken aback
when saw the guineas glimmering through
the network; howsomever, l waurnt't 60
ing to sell my precious soul in that way.
AK your honor's PARDON says 1, 'but
never takes money from gentlemen ofyour
honor's quality 'Well,' my lad says
the skipper, not a bit vexed, you must al
least take glass of grog afore you GO
Fireblood! says he to young devil, who
was sitting smoking pipe in the main
hatehway; jump, and fetch me the bottle.
'The devil bottle you, thinks |; but there
was no use in being obstropolous. Well
when the youngster came up, he filled ;
glass for me first. after your honor, sir,
says |, Inaking leg. Here's to the con
tinuance of our acquainta1ce,' says he bolt
ing the whole, glass and all; then filling
another, and wagging his tail, he handed
it to me. TO be sure it smelt like raj
Jamaikey, and my lips were slnacking t.
taste it; but, recollecting it was only
scheme of the old shaver to weather upo
me, made believe to drink it, and, whe
| thought he was not minding, SHE'D tn
tipple over my shoulder. But he was nc
: to be done so easily: Jack Thompson
says he, turning round in a terrible passion
dye think I'm to be humbugged in thu
lubberly fashion! Is that the way to sarv
? good liquor, you swab' i AK your hor