The Somerset herald and farmers' and mechanics' register. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 183?-1852, 1846-12-01

the Recorder.
mo, your honor, I'm ont on it, al
though | keeps on the togs of old Uncle
Sam; coz. as 500 as ever | get out this
ere snap I'm goin' TO make a straight
wake and list for another cruise, an
maybe yet youth hear Of old Jack Hull
as one ofthe chaps as fell in the attack
on some OF them ere Mexican ports in the
Gulf. That's what I'm arter. I've been
a workia' all my life, and now | wants
to have a little amusement in the way
o'batterin' down that ere castle or some
tin o that sort"
You've been at sea sonc time, have
you!" said The Recorder.
IL should say | had, your honor. The
first thing / ever seed was Inc flash of q
bg gun ia 1912, tor | was born on the
old Constitution in the midst of the ac-
ton with the Guerrero. My father used
to be called odd J0hn'-Lord bless him !
lie was sent TO Davy Joncs's by a grape
shot, an | was christened John Hull, for
the captain that vas, the old commodore
now-I.ord bless his old soali"
But how came you here, John You
shouldn'i be seen in such a place." said
the Recorder.
Wei sir" said Hull, looking down,
Il do feel just about as small as a MILDLY
that has been maslheadcd; but what's
done can't be helped. You see, I'd taken
a stiff allowance Of grog aboard, and was
boating and lacking about larboard and
starboard, when / gin a lee Iurch an !
fetched up agin a chap with a tarpauiin
Oh his mob why didn't YOU put your
helms hard a-port!' sald /; do you think
a irst-ratc's going to look out for all such
small craft as you!" says he. WHO
the blue blazes are you! SAYS /, for |
want altogether steady, your honor, on
pins-hadn't got my land legs on egzact-
ly. I'm a waichman,' said be. You
are, are YOU 2 says |. well, if its Your
watch you ought TO be triced up and have
a round dozen for not keepin' out of the
way" Well, you see one word fetched
on another, an | hauled off an gin him a
broadside. but on account o the grog my
guns wasn't heavy sholted an they didn't
cripple the enemy; but he boarded me
with a bit of a handspike he had in his
hand and brought me a lick that made me
see more lights than were ever hoisted at
the peaks Of the craft aloft in the sky; an
that's all as | recollect till | found myself
up yonder there, hard and fast amoug this
set of scurvy craft along side here in this
ere chicken coop"
"You intend going TO sea again. in
CURED the Recorder.
AYE, your honor; an I'm only sorry
as | ever left the old Raritan and Captain
Jack, for | expect when the Commodore
wakes up in the Gulf he'll give 'em a
touch Of the old Perry blood | want TO
let EN- have a small chance Of old Hull"
"Well,' said the Recorder, Il suspect
| you have been punished enough for your
irolic, and shall let You go this time up
on your paying your jail fees"
"Thank your honor" said the sailor;
joylully, 81 shan't forget ii; and if you
ever hear John Hull has been cut in two
by a Mexican shot, just think that my
last words will be blessing on your head
Tor letting me die in defence Of nv coun-
try" The sailor paid his fees, and want
ed everybody to 60 out and take a horn,
but as nobody accepted his generous offer
he threw down a quarter eagle, saving.
"Glve these poor miserable chaps m
thing to drink there pointing 10 the
prisoners in The box, land let me advise
you, comrades, to leave off drinking and
join the temperance society,""