The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1851-12-25
LlPE LEAVES
FROM A RoVgRs LOG.


/ CBArrEA !.
" Boat ahoy!'
Hello! =
What vessel 10 that 10 the stream
The Portland
American =
Yes
Bound home!'
'Yes.,
Want q hand :
Wal, p'r'aps you'd bout ~ well
ask the old man.
Where is he ?
'That'ere's him with the papers in
his aipper.'
/ advanced to tho captain. and re.
moving my bat with such seamanlikc
grace - l could command, l asked
Are you the captain Of tho Port
land cir ?
Wal, so they say
DO you want a hard ?
Nah say as 90.
Can | work my passage home
with you
Wal p'r'aps You mought. Where
do you hail FROM
Calcutta,
Run away from yer ship :,
Yes
Wal, that's Straightforward; F.; wha.
for p
Bad usage
'Cap'n's name 2
John Waters.
'Salem!'
Yes, sir
'Wal l don't blame you. | know
him. Jump into the boat. No man
shall say that Cross Clifford ever left
a cOuntryman in distress in a furrin
port. Cast of there, Joe! Ben -
put the boys bundle for'ard. Give
way now.
And off We went towards the ship.
What's your name, young man ??
the Captain asked.
james Byerly.'
Wal, guess you'll have to bo cal.
led Jim. hate long names. Got
some money l s'posc
Yes, SIR
l had three dollars!
We were soon on board and as
the wind and tide both served, we
got our anchor apeak, laid the fore
top sail to the mast, hove too, made
sail, got the anchor on the bows, and
stood out to sea.
q may as well say here, that arm
a native Of lovely village in Western
New York. The name, take it, is
Of no Importance to the reader.
was a hot tempered, and some.
what wayward boy, as some unwrit.
ten biographical facts might show
At the age Of seventeen ! ran away
from college and with the money OBJ.
tanned from y very un6nancial sale Of
my books and furniture, contrived to
reach Boston where l shipped on
board the Haidee, East Indiamanl
The Portland was a fine sea boat,
and in an hour after sunset We were
leaving st. Georges Channel with a
fresh northcaster, under royals and
foretopmast studdingsa;l. The crew
wore made up entirely Of Americans;
q jovial, good-humored, sailor like
set, with whom was soon on very
good terms. But as the events oI
the voyage have nothing to do with
my present story, l shall reserve oil
further details Of Cross Clifford and
his crew until l see how we'll the
readers Of this story like these life
leaves. Well, we anchored. late one
night, after q passage Of twenty'nint
days, off Long Island Light. The
next morning We hauled into tn.
wharf. The Portland was to be dis
charged by stevedores. 1t was no
an hour after, therefore, that | hat
grasped the hand Of the last Of IN,
; shipmates, who had been somewha
more leisurely than the others il
packing his chest, and hal bidder
him good bye. was standing, bur
! die in hand, on the wharf, lookin
sorrowfully at the noble vessel who's
every timber had learned to love
!. ! could no. help thinking for the If
|. CT me, that she too had forlorn an
detected looks, made fast as she wa
to the wharf, like hound to his keI
mel.
Where re goin', jim 9 said IN
shipmate.
Indeed, don't know, Ben
Go to the Mariners Home Wit
=, met
Perhaps I will, by and By
We'll, good bye, old fellow, if
don't sec you again.
= And he left me was alone in
E. strange city, friendiess with thf'
g dollars a. the amount Of my fun'
50 available:
.e As stood, utterly at less VII
to DO, ! received rough hearty sli