Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1841-11-16

parle; but it would cost sight O. money
to go there, and wanted to carry nv
earnings to mother. So bid him good
bye, and come off. Now, what do you
guess ne did, next morning vow, he
sent the same man, in regimentals, to car
ry me 10 Moscow, in one of his own car
rIages, and bring me back again, when
I've seen all want to see And we're
gong tomorrow morning, Mr.. Dallas
w hat do think now?'
And sure enough, the next morning the
Yankee boy passed the ambassadors house
in a splendid coach and four, waving his
handkerchief, and shouting, Goodbye
Goodbye
Mr.. Dallas alterward learned from tie
emperor that all the particulars related by
this adventurous youth were strictly true
He again heard from him in Moscow, wait
ed upon by the public officers, and treated
with as much attention as is usually be-
slowed on ambassadors.
The last tidings Of him, reported that he
was travelling in Circassia, and writing q
Journal, which he intended TO publish
Now, who bat Yankee could have
done I'll that
BOB SPUNYARN. TIE PRACTICAL JOKER.
BY HAwsER MARTIsGALE.
The last time that Bob Spunyarn went
to sea, was in the ship Mandricardo, of
Boston. He was second mate Of that ship,
and proved himself an active, Trustworthy
and ever vigIant officer. When he was
before the mast, he loved to steal a nap on
deck during bis watch, especially, when it
was not his lookout-and many a sweet
sleep has he enjoyed seated on the body Of
the windIass, w wrapped in his monkey
jacket, and his head reposing on the bits.
But when he was promoted, he seemed to
be aware OF the responsibility which rested
upon HIM, and never allowed himself 10 be
caught mapping He constantly walked
the quarter deck, watching the wind and
the weather, and kept the sails constantly
trimmed, according 10 the breeze. He
would also cause a good lookout to be kept
on the lorecastle-and vigorously exacted
from the Starboard watch, that one man,
at least, should at all times be awake and
moving.
1t was cold, but clear, moonligh night,
in the month Of November, as the Ship
Mandricasdo was dashing along, with the
wind a-beam, on soundngs, off the entrance
of the British Channel. The starboard
watch had the first watch that night and
Mr.. Spunyarn gave the men strict orders
to Keep good lookout. But, about seven
bells, much to his surprise and indignation,
he became aware that no one was walking
the lorecastle deck. Old Peter Peterson,
a Swede, veteran seaman, who, by the
way, was hardly ever seen asleep in his
life, was leaning over the gunwaIe in the
lee waist, quietly smoking cheroot Bob
asked him whose lookout it was.
Jonathan DoolttIe's,' replied Peter.
"Why, the fellow is fast asleep some
where--the good-for-noihing vagabond can
not be trusted-he would sleep with his
head in bucket Of water. But will try
to awaken him at any rate.''
Mr.. Spunyarn walked forward softly
and bcheld on the inner part of the bow
spirit, the gaunt form Of Jonathan DooIttle,
stretched at full length-.his head lying be-
tween the nightheads-hiS capacious mouth
wide open-and snoring away, as If for a
wagerl
Bob told Peter to keep silent, and draw
bucket OF water-he then went aft, and
told the man at the wheel not 10 be alarm
ed at any noise that he might hear, and to
lay nc attention 10 any orders which he
might give from the forecastle TO alter the
course. The heImsman griuned inteIIi-
gence, for he knew Mr.. Spunyarn well.
I1ob then want for,Ua ,5 .n,in Door r.
nathan was still in the same position
transported 10 the Land Of Drcams-and
apparently deeply engaged in bottling off
sleep, as If to secure stock for long
voyage. The second mate took the buck
ct OF salt water, stood over Jonathan, and
gently poured a portion Of the contents in
10 his capaclous mouth. This was an awk-
ward interruption TO Jonathan's deep reve-
rles. The poor fellow was almost suffo-
cated-and while he was gasping and strug-
ging TO get breath, Bob rolled him on deck,
and dashed the remainder of the water in
his face, at the same time screaming in a
loud voice, " Hard down your helm--Jo-
nathan's orerboard.
This was all enacted in less time than il
can be descrlbed-and the whole thing was
SO admirably managed, that poor Doolit-
tie actually believed that he had fallen over
BOARD while asleep on the bowsprit--and
being good swimmer; he " struck out''
on the deck, as ii for dear life, and looked
like an overgrown frog trying 10 swim in
a basin of water. He cssayed to call for
help, but the salt water in his throat pre-
vented-and the coughing and suffering,
and struggling of the poor fellow was such,
that neither the second officer, nor Peter
Peterson, could restrain their risble mus
cles, but burst into laugh, which rang
merrily through the ship, and was the
means Of bringing Jonathan 10 his senses,
though not before The watch below, as well
as the remainder of the watch on deck,
reused by the dreadful cry Of ga man