The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1846-11-19
From the New Orleans Picayune.
PRESSED INTO SERVICE.

sMr Tarr said the Recorder Yesterday
morning, as if be was anxious TO ascertain
whether there was any individual of that name
present, il so that he would like 10 take a
small observation of the person bearing such
an odoriterous name. No one rose to the
summons, but The Recorder seeing police
officer telegraphing a red faced weather bea-
ten Tar, in one end of the box, with hair
enough around his face for al least a bakers
dozen of stage boaiswains, inquired what
the mans name was.
'John Hull, your honor said the sailor RI
sing and Shaping his tarpaulin down on the
TaIilug. -SUfn IIuII,s y~~- L----. nd NAV
be introduced for the first time in my life tc
the bo'sins Cat if Jack Hull was ever asham-
ed of his name in whatever port he was
brought TO an anchor. HulI's name sir, ASH
do 10 stand by in the toughest sort of gale,
or the greatest calm as ever put old Bor 'as
asleep
He told US his name was John Tar, last
night, sir said the officer
'Dld your honor ever see such spoony of
a land lubber as that? Why he wouldn't
know the difference 'lwixt the figure-head OF
a seventy-four and he captains clerk Jack
Tar! you land lubber, you. An so am a
Jack tar, and doesn't mean to sail unoer any
other colors so long as there's vessel in the
Navy with The old stars and siipes stream
in over her,
YOU'RE in the Navy, then?' inquired the
Recorder.
mo, your honor, lam out on it, although
keeps on the logs OF the old Uncle Sam;
coz, as soonsas ever | gel out this ere snap,
I'm goin' to make straight wake and list for
another cruise, an maybe yet you'll hear of
old Jack Hull as one of The chaps as tell in
the attack on some of them ere Mexican
poHsin the Gulf. That's what I'm arler. I've
been workn' all my life, and now | wants
to have little amusement in The way of
batteEin' down that ere castle or somethn' o.
that sort.'
you've been at sea sometime, have you?'
said the Recorder
Il should say had, your honor. The first
thing ever seed was the flash Of big gun
in 1912, for was born ON the Old Constiiu-
ton ia The midst of the action with The Cur
riere. My father used to be called soId
John'-Lord bless him! He was sent 10 Dl-
Wy Jones's by grape shol, an | was chris
tcuCu Jonh nun, iOl tnO Cdptdih itlAt Was
the old commodore now-Lord bless his old
SOUL;
But how came you hear John! you should
mt be seen in such place. said the Recor-
der.
well sir said Hull, looking down, Il do
feel just about as small as a MILDLY that has
been masthead; but what's done can't be
helped. You see I'D taken a stiff allowance
OF grog aboard, and was beating and tacking
about larboard and siarboard when | gin, a
lee lurch an fetched up agin chap with
a tarpaulin on his mob. why didn't you put
your helm hard-a port?' said /, do you think
irs mates going TO look out for all such
small crafts as you?' None of youl slang,
says he. 'Who the blue blazes are YOU? says
/, for won't altogether steady your honor, on
my pins-badn't got my land legs on egzact-
]y.-'l'm watcbman,' said he. You are, are
you2' says |. SWELL il IFS your watch you
ought TO be triced up and have round do
sen for not keepin' out Of the way Well you
see, one word fetched on another an haul
ed off IAN gin him broadside, but on ac-
count O the gfog my guns wasn't heavy shot
ted an they didn't cripple the enemy; buthe
boarded me with bit of handspke he had
in his hand and brought me a lick that made
me see more lights than were ever hosted
AT The peaks of the craft aloft in the sky; an
'hat's all as recollects I'LL found myself up
yonder there, hard and fast among this set of
scurvy craft alongside here in this ere chick
ell COOP