Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-01-11

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trial for my part said st. Clair ; i have
no relish for m3eting with such characters
as Lewis, Blnnister, Paste, and Malard or
sThe Captain of the Red DJagon,' inter
posed Captain Jerrold AMI Mr.. LINDSAY, in
the same breath.
What Of him !?
Il cannot tell replied LINDSAY after a
pause. lie is the terror of the Southern
Seas ; he owns the swiftest craft on the
wave and has the most daring crew to aid
him in his depredations upon the inofensive
merchantmen that sail around the coast
How long, pray, has he been on these
waters p
Ct know not, Mr.. St. Clair l have new
or seen him myself, but for years / have
heard of him of the Red DRAGON. | have
heard Of his picking up rich cargos within
n few leagues of the Port Of Havana and
Kingston, with the most reckless bravery.
God preserve the Sea Gull and her cargo
from his clutchesv
Amen I! impressively responded an old
tar across the forecastle, who was an atten-
tive listener to the conversation, as he lay
basking in the sun upon u coil Of rigging,
across which a loose sail was thrown.
Gle is bloody minledand spares none 2
inquired St. Clair.
Blood md booty is his motto answered,
the mate.
Sail ho yes, sail no yah 7 cried out
a nam from the top gallant. The Captain
scanned the sea together with his eompan.
ions, but no sail could they see.
fWhere-away 2 cried the Captain.
Two points on the starboard | see a sal
or a signal-its mere speck.'
They turned the glass in the direction
indicated by the man on the lookout, and
saw dim spcck that looked like a fragmen
Of a wreck to which was attached a SLATER
ed sail in token of distress. 1t was ridin.
listlessly on the wave before the winds
now sinking into a yawning chasm Of wa
. ter and now rising upon another billow.
what can it mean, said the Captain.
Some old jolly boat sent adrift | guess,
said the mate.
Perhaps it is some poor, helpless NOR
tai clinging to that as his last hope-th
remains of some hapless vessel shattered i
last nights Storm suggested st. Clair.
Hard down-larboard your helm,' shouI
ed the Captain, and the Sea Gull change
her course, and began to bear down upo
the object at a rapid knot, scudding lighi
ly over the waves before the wind. Sne ru
directly down upon the object for some mir
utes, when the Captain gave orders to { b
lay and the Gull sat upon the waves drift
ing easily from side to side as the wave
beat against her. The Captain went aloi
and took q long look at the object in que,
ton. He made it out to be IN old and sha
tered jolly boat with the appearance {
some person or u bundle lying in the bo
tom. He gave orders for a smallgu to b
fired, and in a few moments a report froI
small swivel was booming across the was
Of waters. In q moment the Captain sa
man spring to his feet in the boat, and
soon as he saw the brig he hoisted an OF
to which was attached an old shirt and
tarpaulin hat. The brig now bore dow
upon it, and in q few minutes was in hal
ing distance.
Alloy, Son Of Neptune, whittier bound
cried the Captain in a j%ocular manner.
tTo Davy Jones' locker, unlessI ship
anew craft. / was tired, hungry and alon
and l was taking a. turn in when yor
gun awakened me-
Good Heavens muttered st. Ola