Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1838-05-08
From our Evening Editien.l
Private Corresponds nee.
NEWpURGu. Februnry

DEAR Y SeLE,-l yesterday saw - Esq, the man
VINO mas the laay hnger potato, and engaged Gf you
want 'neml ~ bushels at As. He will deliver them
at any ume on board the Superior for you.
/ He calls them taters and declares thew are the nj
csst taters melody never seed he says they are as
delicate as the vlte OF an egg and bear tes-
tlmony to their extra good qualities Apropos Of -
Esq, or fat Bill as call him. He's deyish shrewd
fellow he says these taters good enough to eat
| with lasses The most prominent feature of BIIPs
| life however, is recorded i'm the annals of slooning
| from New Windsor to New York and back. IL will
not tax your memory TO very great extent, reco-
ec the great gale some years since that
dealt such havoc amongst the nuts and pork aboard
the sloep Washington, (owned by Reeve & Falls
great commercial house Of their dav,) the night she
got seached two and half miles north Of this place.
| or the great harbor of Newburgh.
About the hour of 5 P. M. of that Bay of Bscay
night, Bill hoisted all sail a-taunto at Albany Basin
on board the Sarah Walsh or Tom Bowline, q for
get which, he captain and all hands except the
cook and Hank Mcdonald, as a general loafer on
for an even start with the Orange packet and Elish
Cases soop, (name notrecolected) with every pros
pect OF floating voyage against nip tides.
Bill and the cook seated themselves IN the fore
castle to play old sledge and to keep the I'd candle
from blowing out, pulled over the hatch-and fortu-
nate IL for Mr.. Bill and the cook this precauon
alone saved fat Bill and the dirty cook; from being
metamorphosed into eel pots before morning
The phantom of the Flying Dutchman was fully
realized by Hank that night. He felt the ller press
ing his lazy side, and locking about him his gal
liant bark drawing out her main sheet with stretch,
the wind being fair astern, although il appeared to
be coming Down the river dead ahead (and the phc-
nemenon, perhaps, is not new to you, that south
easter begins northwardly0 please pardon this dl-
gressioa. Before Bill heard the wind piping and whist
ling above his head it had increased TO such strength
that Hank dared not leave the tller. He could ndis
tncty objects like sleeps under bare poles, pass
ing him, although he thought he was outsaling the
wnd-and would have done 80, if II had net come
dead ahead at the time The vessels passed him like
phantoms with no sail set ( is a fact, yos know,
that overburden ship any craft with press Of
canvass in gale Of wind, and you impede her pro-
with the gallant Tom Bowline, the only craft that
carried rag of sail that night. She ploughing
| and buryng herself to the CONSERVATION of the shad
and catfish, whilst the Orange Pr cket and Elish
Case were scuddlng without reef or a tack set.
The packet found herself securely moored at New
burgh, in Al hours from New York, at the last spiIe
having the gauntlet of the docks without getting
fast ashore but through the lnepidty of big black
fetched her up all standing at this last forlorn hope;
and Elish Case found himself snugly beached at tho
old shlpyard, where IN times of yere, the Burllngs'
built ships and brgs for the SeyRours, and sloops
for Reeve and Falls, and old Judge Gardner-to wit,
the Seapor the Sheperdess, the OraRge Packet, the
William Bayard ct cetra, ct cera, and others too nu
merous TO mention.
But where the Tom Bovine all this time ? Hank
swears she was sailing under the surface of the
| mighty Deep not rope yarn gave way, nor a sail
split, (hanks to honest old Gerardus Smith, il is not
so now adays) Hank was glued to the spot and
| terrified at his predlcament. To haow would do no
| good the wind whisted louder and louder and the
darkness increased. Lucky, say again for Bill, or
sweet William, las Susan, his wife, calls him.
that the hatch was pulled shut, or they would have
/ looked up int the darkest night of Gods wrath
| through cataract Of waters; and lucker STILL that
the never TO be forgotten Tom Bovine did not jibe
| in rounding West Point, Cit could not have been
otherwise, If the wind had not have been ssutheasfJ
| for such catastrophe would have swept clean her
decks OF sPars, tackle, and Hank Mcdonald and
sweet William would never again have sung, when
digging his faters, Al in the Dozens The fleet Was
mo0red.
Bill Of philosophical turn Of mind and deter
mined not to be disturbed until the winnings should
get up to 3d., when he intended TO propose a draw
game by dividing the money, thinking half loaf
better than none; and moreover, the cook would
thank him for his mag nanmliy-
Bill heard the mighty rush of the wind and water,
and felt the eareenng of the VESSEL but his andaunt
ed spirit took ii for the dead swell and gurglng ripple
Of an autumna calm He had Just fancied him self
the winner Of the stakes, and as he threw down his
last card, and was about to exclam-" what, another
pig dead, and no hot water-when the breach of the
dripping Tom Bovine fetched up all standing against
the long wharf at New Windsor with mighty crash.
Out went the farthng candles the cook grabbed the
change, and Bill and Hank met face 10 face the
| forecase deak in the twinkle OF a bsdpost Hank
exclaimed in the pride of his triumph the tenn
pest and elements-"there, don't say next time
didn't do il this time" Bill says, why Hanky,
why ddnt you call met thought you had MT the
Orange Packet eh 7-by golly if we amt home
there a light at faithful Susans window. III my tr-
eonomery don't explain this, m be darned If you
ever kech me in the foreoastle Of the Tom Bovine
agin with the hatch shut;" add after slowing away
every thing snug, Bill wendell his way towards So
sans window, singing when black eyed Susan
came on board" The fact -, Hank no visible
oblec, after he left the Palisades until he came very
nesr running over or under Polopylss Island when
he bore away and lashed his helm, and threw over
both anchors.
She went right straight home; her best bower
brought her up handsomely in the flat mud Of that
interesting region, and il Is question Of dubious i'm
port to this very day which knew the most the soop,
or Hank or Bill as for the cook, he WINS such a
damned stupid fellow, he is not worth any further
tee.
Hark has seen active service since, haviag planted
himself at the cannsn's breech on board United
States man-of- war at time which tired mems souls,
and Bill or sweet Williams, married Susan, and has
pretty much ever since been engaged IN cultyaung
the lady-hngers, which he calls the incest Eaters, az
delicate the rite Of egg Since got OF ofraoe,
have no newspaper but the Protestant Ntndlca'or
(Ciod bless DR.. Brownlee) Please tell Bennett 10
send me the Weekly Herald and you pay ior It It
Don't send this to Bennett for he ceriany VIII nave
il down in short hand and publish u and b'i, wou,d
never forgive niche is not fond OF noiorIeV: tneies
one evening killed of, guess now HOW louisa
LIT.