The freeman. (Fremont [Ohio]) 1849-1850, 1849-11-17
An IRISH SAILOR.


An IRISH sAxLOR,
a few Sayssince the mate Of an outward boua,l
ship standing upon the wharf, al the north end
was accussed b BIZ two-6sted 1lishnlan, who was
dressed N the sea toggery Of q regular out and
ont ahlank bah hnefD
Pat evidently had been told BY some wag that
he would experience no trouble in shipping for an
able seaman On board Of some ship, if he would
but dress like sailor. In accordance with such
advice he had dUnned the cast.away starpaulin
and jumper" Of some sailor and as far dress was
concerned, he vas as salt as the Bay Of Bscay boil
ed down TO quart his dress to him was what
the lions skin was TO the jaekasA
AN. sure have yez the articles lshiP's PaPersl
open ," asked Pat
@Yes; do you want to ship? said the mate.
81 do the same, bedad"
@Can you box the compass ?'' asked the mate.
sBox the compass wahl" shouted Pat, leaping
several feet into the air and dourishing his fists be-
gorra can box anything less than fourteen stun
heft-boxi whap.
"Can you hand the reef and steer?" asked the
mate, evidently much amused by this specimen Of
seamanship
"Hand is il? whai murther, as good pair of
hands as iver touched holy wather, an, for raf-
ing and starring begorra, sorry day wasn't
good for that same
"Can you belay lee clewline or work Tom Coxs
traverse?"
did yez know iver an o'Brady that couldn't
waffle livery Of Coke that trud the soil houly
uiither but"
Can you parbuckle the broad box, take round
turn out Of the beef kid or clap Spanish button
to the cooks coppers?" asked the imperturable
mate.
"Can do what ?--oonbuckle the bread box
ochl thunner sn' thurf to Ak mel do yez think I'm
fool not to know that 90
Aa1~- T.,- L. Al
boonan eve splice in the dolphin striker, unship
the catharpins ?"
Turks head, or any other outlandish, heathen-
ish. furrin French cannibal in the worlds head, l
can take; bad cess TO the minut courdn't play
Slather with dozen Turks heads, who'll
"Never mind" interrupted the mate: "you are
just the man for me; perceive you are every inch
an Irish sailor"
~Begorra, misther mate, am the same"
Fl am satisfied that you are, and now have a
very pretty piece of seamanship that thrust you to
perform, and you execte it to my satisfaction you
viii experience but little trouble in persuading
me let you sign the ships papers,
Saying this, the mate led Pat to the ships side
and pointed down to the long boat which was
alongside. nearly submerged and filled to the gun
vale with water
~There." said he, II want you to throw the wa
do IN an hour"
"Musha bad luck to the half hour that viii see
eQ~td watheF enuf there to wet widdy's eye"
said Pat as he seized bucket and commenced
bailing. For long, long hour, Pat kept contn-
uous sheet ofwater flying from the boat His much
vaunted seamanship and honor were at stake
The suns rays beat down hot and the perspira:ion
flowed from him in streams. He worked like a
stout man, but made no apparent progress in his
S.,o f,w kla hoIv, ,of II
The fact was, dear reader the plug hole of the
boat was open. and the same would let in more wa
ter than four men could have thrown out in buck
cts.
How do you get along?" asked the mate as he
looked down upon Pat mschevously.
~Oh!" replied Pat looking confused and ready
to sink with shame and over-exertion ;-"it's pow
ov wather that's in here; niver boat ever
saw ov its size would hold such sea ov wather as
this"
"a sailor Of your experience should not be east
ly defeated; try it again. Pat" said the mate, try
ing to repress his mirth
ssBe sure will; itll go bravely when it starts'
said Pat as he commenced with the air of one de-
termined to conquer or die. For while he -four
ished ms bucket manfully, and spouted the water
like 6n back whale, but it was no avail; not even
an inch could he lower the water in the boat
nHouly ST Patrick, what an Ocean ov wather
mint was seduced in being salt sea sailor; oh,
Misther Mate, Misther Mate, help. take me out of
thisl Pm dead, kilt, drowned, murdered entirely,
by this wather tare ah' ages but the divil has a
spite for me, and watched the wather; oh houly
virgin. land here he crossed himself rapidly pur
tect me, take me outi"
%Ohl I'm afraid you viii never do for this ships
articles" said the mate, as he came to the side in
answer to Pats call
"Ochl niver shp'll ship" said Pat as he clam
bered up the ships side and jumped upon the
wharf; "bad cess to the beggarly ould sailors gar
ments," muttered he as he threw the jumper and
tarpaulin into the dock, can cusses on the wather
that seduced me out ov the sweat ov me brow
continued he, looking back towards the ship, and
shaking both fists for amoment with impotent rage
then retreating up the wharf amid the shouts of all
who had witnessed the trial of bottom between
Boston Harbor and an Irish sailor.