Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-02-22
From Bentley sMiscell any.
The Frigate, the Privateer and the Run
ming Ship.


ming Ship.
The little open cabin skvlightof the good
armed schooner Mary Anne, was darkened
by the weather beaten face-as brown
as brown paint-and the shock OF hery red
hair-with whiskers to match-of our wor-
thy captain, Macleod by name. and related
to the chief of that ilk. He had been at sea
in every sort of craft, and in every part of
the world; and, as you may think, the old
Iseman was as stout and thorough sailor
as ever faced wind and weather, the can
non and the musket shot, too. Well, Gen
tlemen,' says he, there were three Of US.
Mr.. Dargle, a great planter in Demerara,
and Berbice, who had nine hundred slaves,
of whom he used to say he had never fog
ged but three, and never sold but one-at
his own desire. He was mild, quiet man,
and every house in the coast colonies was
delighted when his Ketterin appeared, with
its high stepping bay. The second man of
the party was Mr.. Mosca, Mr.. Dargle's
agent, who, as his father was a Cuban
Spaniard, and his mother was French
Quadroon, was rather of a peppery dispo-
stion, which required all the mild persua-
siveness of Mr. Dargle to keep down. How
ever, he was, to my knowledge, most en-
ergetic and excellent agent; and as he and
his employer were generally seen together,
they usually went by the name of brandy
and water AS for myself, was poor
subaltern in West Indian regiment, going
home invalided, after a tight brush with
yellow Jack. And now you know the COM
pany which Captain Macleod addressed.
What are you drinking, boys? said he.
MADEIRA Sangara, Captain Macleod, said
Mr. Dargle, at the same time knocking
white worm with black head out of bis
crit
We'll, I've just been taking meridian
you need Mt Singer, Mr.. MoSca,' and
the skipper produced Kuge old fashion ed
quadrant, Il think that if the wind blows
AS steady as it's doing now, tomorrow
night. I'll show you the Lizard Lights
There was a simultaneous Gathering OF
glasses on the table.
And without as much as seeing the shad-
ow of them damned Privateers-to say no
thing of thesc-expletive again French
Frigates' Curse them and their dandy
hoist in the nape of their topsails.'
We'll, then, captain, suppose we have
made the run says Mosca.
why, don't whoop till you're QUITO the
wood reioined our skipper. There's Of
ten swarm of these crafts, as quick as fly
ing fish and as fierce as sharks. lurking
about the chops of the Channel-thc infer
nal villians-to pick up all they can get.
However-Sambo,a couple OF bottles oil that
champagne | got from the Governor
Sail no, echoed through our canvas, and
then the brown face disappeared as 1t by
magic and there was moments trampllng
of feet All the watch below was tumbIlnS
up, as they call it, and, you may think, we
tumbled up, too.
Where away?' said the skipper, address
ing the top-gallant mast cross-tree.
Broad on the BEAM was the answer
standing on the same way with us
Glad she's to the lee'ard, at all events,
said the captain.
She's going through the water very fast
SIR said the first mate, touching his straw
hat.
What do you make her out, Mr. Mat
thews?'
WHY. sir, she's a smallsh vessel to car
nv three square rugged masts.
Cap: Macleod look grave, and without
word took his old pet telescope from the
brackets, and leisurely mounted the tore
rigging. 1t must have acquired long prac-
tce to use a glass from yard which was
continually on a swing, and that sometimes
twelve or fifteen feet at lurch. However,
the captain took a long survey, and then
descending went below. and returned on
deck with an old account book, with letters
down the edges of the leaves, which were
closely scrubbed over, and an immense
lot of loose memorandum, written on all
sorts of scraps of paper, backs OF letters and
torn bills of landing, and turned up b. AT
ter long scrutiny, during which we all
stood anxiously around him, waiting for the
old hard weather's opinion. he brought
his clenched fist down upon the book, and
exclaimed,
by heaven, it's her, and no other and
he read:
The Jean Bart, Dieppe, consort to the
Belle Poule, was barQue-built sharpto
the slave traie-altered to frigate rig 70
privateering, Low in the water, and yer.
fast, particularly in wind, lofty rig, hlgI
in the topsails, always strongly man nee
and heavily armed-mizen mast rakes wei
aft
She's rising us fast, SIR sung the look
out aloft'
Pack on-pack on every stitch she ca
carry. Look alive, Mr.. Matthews! B
smart Mr. Jlnkins! We've got an ugl.
customer hanging to US, and if we can, W
must show BIN clean pair of heels! Ge
the fore-royal on the ship, set the main top
sail-stun sail, rig out the flying gibboom
and set the sail. drop the fore course, snt
get up the broa1est- head gait top SAIL
well drive the ship under rather than b
taken
No sooner said than done, and the Ma
~ Anne was under press Of canvass, he