The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-11-19

S'pose you dom; know nothing about it,
SO thought I'd step up here and let you
know how they serve us down stairs
Why cap'n, they gin us beans without
pork
Beans without pork! Aston ish- ing!'
exclaimed the captain, willing to humor
the character
Yes, cap'n, beans without pork
Don't that beat all natur?'
What do you live on when you're at
homer asked the captain.
Pork and beans, billed chowder, flap
jacks ard doughnuts,' answered Asa.
'What are fapjacks?' asked the captain.
Don't you know what fapjacks are?
why thought cuery fool know'd that?-
They're made out O. flour, and eggs, and
milk, and water, beaten up ker-slap, and
they're slotted into fryin'-pan and done
brown, and served up with butter and
merlassas, or merlasses and butter, which
ever YOU choose, and if they don't 60
down slick, there's no stuns in Roxburyr
You seem TO like molasses,' said the
captain.
well. guess du, said Asa. But
not raw, as your fellurs ca. it,
How then?'
Wall, like to run stick into the
bunghole of hogshead, and then pull ii
eout and dror it through my mouth
Amt it good then' Wall guess it is
well, Jonathan
Asa, cap'n.'
Jonathan, 1 say you can 60 now, and
I'll See about the pork o-morrow.'
Asa went back to his astonished ship
mates, reporting that the captain was
pretty slick sort of fellur.'
One day when the men didn't tumble
up from below with the requisite alac-
rity, the boatswain, rattan in hand, gave
each of them a reminder with his stick
as he came Oh deck. Asa was the last,
as usual, but watching the boatswain's
bamboo, he caught the weapon in his
hand and dexterously twisted it ont of
the officers grasp.
Halo! whiskers' said he, 81 hope you
didn't mean to hit me, cause it hurts
fellur. No, you didn't-wall thought
SOL forgive you.' and he threw the rat
an overheard, escaping to the quarter
deck where his originality and supposed
imbecility secured him impunity. In
fact, he was treated as privileged buff
foon by the officers.
Taking up cannon ball one day, he
asked 'What'n the world is this yere
cap'nF
That's what we keep to pepper the
Yankees with, answered Bdgshot.
want to knowr said Asa. How do
you work it?'
'We put em in:o those big guns and
fire 'em off.
Show! you dom say So Do they trav
il pretty fast, cap'n?'
so fast you can't see EN-
Hurt feller if they hlt?'
Yes, when they're fired out of gun.
Not otherwise
NO.
Then here gcesr cried Asa; and hand
ling the missile like a bowling ball, he
|et it drive among the legs of the officers
and men, shouting, 'hurrah! let her rip3
Cries of rage and pain followed.
Seems to me, cap'n.' said Asa, coolly,
them ere things docs hurt fellur, evin
if they amt fired out'n gum
One day Capt. Bagshot called Asa aft.
said he, there's boat along
side; you may get your traps to gether,
and 60 ashore. thing His Majesty can
do without you
wall cap'n,' replied Asa, fore you
spoke I'D pretty much made up my mind
to quit. kin make better wages fishin',
by great sight. Besides. want to see
the folks. Good by, cap'n, shall see
you again.
Il think not said the captain.
Guess shall. Good BY said Asa,
and with light heart he bid adieu to
the Terrible.
More than three years afterwards, du-
ring the war Of 1912, a British armed
vessel lying at st. Johns, was boarded
and carried, in dark night, by a daring
band of American privateersmen. The
men were secured, one by one, as they
came up. The leader of the expedition
then sought the commander, and demand
ed his sword Indignant and confound
ed, Capt. Bagshot asked the name of his
captor.
Lord bless you. cap'n.' answered ia
miliar voice, don't you know me? I'm
Asa T. Knollins that boarded long o you,
a spell back, at Porto Rico. ! told you
guessed l should see you agin, and
when Yankee guesses anything, it's sure
to happen. Make yourself comfortable,
cap'n, and excuse me for a moment,
cause I've got to haul down your flag.
run up the stars and stripes, and work
the vessel into Portland. I'D. Room
Companion.
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