Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-03-18

the dandies in the Mall in London
When the dance was given 1t the Is
land, l saw no such lace on any lady,
dress there as saw on his cravat anc
ruffies. Round his neck he wore thicl
gold chain, with diamond cross hang
ing from it. His lean, why, brown fin
gers were covered with rings. Ovel
his shoulders, and fallen down in from
to below his waist, he wore sort O.
sling of broad scarlet cloth, embroider
ed with beads and little feathers, and
holding, at the lower part, four loaded
pistols, two on side, lying ready tc
either hand. His face was mere skin
and bone, and one of his wrinklsd cheek.
had blue scar running all across it
which drew up that part of his face, anc
showed his white shining teeth on tina
side of his mouth. An uglier, meaner
weaker, man-monkey to look at, / never
saw; and yet there was not one of his
crew, from his mate to his cabin-boy
who did not obey him as if he had beer
the greatest monarch in the world. A,
for the Sambos. including especial,
that evil-minded scoundrel, Christian
George King, they never went near hin
without seeming to want to roll before
him on the ground, for the sake of win
ming the honour of having one of hi,
little dancing-master's feet SET ON theil
black bullock bodies.
There this fellow stood, while VIZ
were looking at him, with his hands il
his pockets, smoking cigar. His mate
1.-THE one-eyed Englishman,) stood by
him; big, hulking fellow he was, who
might have eaten the Captain up, pts
tolls and all, and looked about for NOR.
afterwards. The Don himself seemed
to an ignorant man like me, to have ,
gift of speaking in any tongue he liked
can testify that his English ratified
out of his crooked lips as fast as if i
was natural to them; making allowance,
OF course. for his foreign way of clip
ping his words.
Now, Captain says the big mate
running his eye over us as if we wer,
herd cattle, here they are. What
to be done with them?'
Are they all off the fsland?' says tn,
Pirate Captain.
All OF them that are alive says tn,
mate.
Good, and very good says the Cap
tain. Now, Giant Georgy, some paper
pen, and horn of ink
Those things were brought immedi
ately.
Something to write on says the Pi
rate Captain. what? Ha. why not :
broad niger back?'
He pointed with the end of his ciga
to one of the Sambos. The man as pull
ed forward, and set down on his knees
with his shoulders rounded. The Pi
rate Captain laid the paper on them ant
took dip of ink-then suddenly turned
up his snub-nose with look of DISCUS
and, removing the paper again, tool
from his pocket fine cambria handker
chief edged with lace, smelt at the seen
on it, and afterwards laid it delicatel,
over the Sambo's shoulder.
| "A table of black mans back. will
the sun on it, close under my nose-ah
Giant Georgy, pahr says the Pirate
Captain putting the paper on the hand
kerchief, with another grimace expires
sive of great disgust.
He began to write immediately, wait
ing from time to time to consider a little
with himself; and once stopping, appa.
rently, to count our numbers as We
stood before him. To think of thai
william knowing how to write, and O,
my not being able to make SO much as 8
decent pothook, if it had been to save
my life!
When he had done, he signed to one
OF his men to take the scented hand
kerchief off the Sambo's back, and told
the sailor he might keep it forhis trouble
Then, holding the written paper open
IN his hand, he came forward step OF
two closer to us, and said, with mock
bow, which made my fingers itch with
wanting to be at him:
i have the honour of addressing nv.
self to the ladies. According to nv
reckoning they are fifteen ladies in all
Does any one of them belong to the CHIEF
officer of the sloop?'
There was mementary silence.
\ on don't answer me- says the Pi
rate Captain. Now, mean to be an
swered. Look here, women He drew
one of his four pistols out of his era,
scarlet sling, and walked up to Tom
Packer, who happened to be standing
nearest to him of the men prisoners
This is a pistol, and it is loaded. / put
the barrel to the head of this man with
my right hand, and take out my watch
with my left. / wait FIVE minutes fol
an answer. fl don't get it in five min
utes, | blow this mans brains out.
wait five minutes again, and if ! DOM
get an answer, / blow the next man.
brains out. And SO go ON. if you ar,
obstinate, and your nerves are strong
till not one of your soldiers or your sail
ors is left. On my wsrd of honor, a
a gentleman-buccanier, / promise 20,
that. Ask my menif / ever broke IN,
word
He rested the barrel of the pisto
against Tom Packers head, and looked
at his watch, as perfectly composed, il
his cat-like cruelty, as if he was waitin.
for the boiling of an egg.
To BE CONTINUED.
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