Litchfield enquirer., 1859-02-17
SKIPPER GEORGES STORY.
A TOUCHING ADVENTURE ON THE COAST OF
NEWFOUNDLAND

TOUCHING ADVENTURE ON THE COAST OF 1 NEWFOUNDLAND. l 1.-The following story we extract from new novel entitled, 1.-The New Priest in Conception Bay,' il two volumes, price s1 75; published by Messrs Phillips, Sampson & Co.,, Boston. The authorshi] of the work is attributed to Rev. Robt T. S. Lowell brother of the Poet Lowell. Skipper Georges stor, | is but one of the many similar gems with which thu | work abounds. The poetic grace of the style, ant the absorbing interest of the story are highly pleas ing
 "You have the best lookout in the neigh borhood," said Mr. Debree, walking to the spot on which Skipper George had been stand ing and looking abroad from it. "Ths tree doesn't grow herc," said he, looking up at the grey trunk glistening in the moonlight.
 "No, sir twas set there," said the fisher. man.
 Is it landmark ?"
 "'ls, sir, it may be, in a manner but not for s'ilun on those waters. Twas set there when riches was taken aw'y. Riches came again, but twas laved, for 'e'd larned partly how to value riches"
 The gentleman looked, as the moonlight showed, Interestingly at the speaker; An other story with lesson in it," he said. "It it were not for keeping you out so late, would ask you to do me the favor of telling it."
 "Ay, sir" said Skipper George. "I said there were amany lessons sent us. This one comed bearer to me again than the tother. hope I've larned somethun by that story Fishermen don't heed night hours much but it's late for you as well, sir. Mubbe 'ee'd phase to walk inside bit !" he asked, with modest urgency. "It'S a short story, only a heavy one"
 "Another time, perhaps," said the strange getleman not now, if you'll excuse me but if it wouldn't be too much trouble would thank you for it where we are. One hour or another is much the same to me-"
 At the first words of this answer, Skipper George turned look of surprise at the strang- CT, and when the latter had finished speaking, asked,
 "Be Zee stayun hereabouts, then, sir ?" that one who looked so like clergyman should be staying for any length of time ln the neigh borhood, without being better known.
 |" am a clergyman" said the gentleman, frankly !; /" but not of your church and l don't feel free until am better known."
 Skipper George apparently weighed the an- swer. He did not urge his invitation but his open face became clear and kindly as ever.
 "Then. sir" said he, "ef 'eed phase to be seated here, I'd tell the story. know it we'll :"
 Before beginning it the fisherman cast a look at his house, and then gazed awhile upon the restless waves which here glanced with the gleam of treacherous eyes, and there were dark as death
 "Do Zee mind about ten years ago, in New foundland, sir ?" began Skipper George, turn ing his steady eyes to his bearer, and speak ing as if the date or the years since tue date had been painful to him "the hard year that was when they had the rails they called 'em?"
 "Yes; though was in England at the time, l know pretty well what happened in Newfoundland. It was sad time."
 "Ay, sir, twas sad time. Many people suffered some wanted food, and more agen got broken in spirit, (and that's bad for a man, and some got lawless like. Twas sad time indeed l" Skipper George, having ling cred thus before his tale, began abruptly :: "Well, sir, twas on the sixteenth day of Janu- ary-a Thursday 'twas-I was acomun down Backside from the Gosh, hauling side load O timber, an my youngest son wi me. It had abeen a fine day. first goun of, (for winters day, wi just furry O snow now and agen, and deal O snow on the ground, tull about afternoon it began to blow from about west, and by nothe, or thereaway, heavy and thick, an growun heavier an heavier, an bitter cold Oh twas bitter cold We didn't say much together, George an l, but we got along SC fast as ever we could. Twas about an hour or two before night, mubbe an George says to me, Let's lave the slide, father ? 'Twasn't but we could hal kep' on wi it, though 'twas tarrible cold, hard work but twas somethur else fn- "So we turned the slide out O the way and laved her, and comed on. Twas blowun gales up over Backside we could sca'ce keep oul feet an I hard somethun like voice-I sup pose I was thinkun O voices-an' brought right up into the wind. Twas just like beur at sea, in manner, and a craft drivin' right across our wake, an would ha' been out o sight an hearun in a minute. Then knowet by the sound twas the Minister-(we didn' have e'er reverend gentleman of our own il the days but e lived over in Sandy Harbo and 'e'd oose to go all round the Bay.) W, could sca'ce bide together, but was propc glad to meet un, (for minister's a-comfort, { know, sir } an e said, Is anybody out There's two O brother Izik's orphans, sir, Tn afeared, and others along wi 'em,' said. S' 'e said, God help them! Where are yos two other boys, James and Maunsea ? Alonl wi brother Izik's two,' said. Twas blowu tarrible hard, and cold, and thick and tn minister turned wi us, and we comed up, plod dun through the driftun snow, and over tn rudge. When we opened the door, first tn mother thought there was four of us and s she said James P for we were all showed over but she sid there was only three, and twas tn minister wi us two So she begged his pal don, and told un our poor boys were out agnI nun, and she was an old punt they had. W l were all standun (fcr uvo 3;dr, think n, nav