The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-03-19

q e'rgcs story is but one of the many similar
gems with which the YORK nbounds. he poetic
grace Of The style. and the alb 'orbing interest Of
the story are Lightly pleasing
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. This tree
did mt grow here" said he, looking up at the
grey trunk glIs;ening in the moonlight.
No Sir; twas set THERE said the fisher
men.
Is it a landmark e.
/" Is. sir, it may be- in manner but not
for 81 lun on those waters. Twas set there
when riches was taken ANY,. Riches came
again, but Twas lavcd, for ed larned partly
how 10 value riches"
The gentleman looked, as the moonlight
showed. intucstcdly at the speaker "Anoth.
er story with a lesson in it o. he said. .If
it were not for keeping you out so late, I
would ask you to do me the favor of telling IT,
"Ay, sir" said Skipper George. ii said
there were many lessons sent u.s. This one
coined nearer to me again than the tother.-
| hope I've learned somethun by that story !!
Fishermen don't heed night hours much but
it's late for You as well. sir Muhbe 'ce'd
modest urgency, :" It's short story, only a
heavy one ~
"Anolher time, perhaps" aid the strange
gentleman: mot now, if you'll excuse me :
hut if it wouldn't be too much trouble would
thank you for 1t where we are. One hour or
another is luuch the same to me''
At the first words of this answer, Skinner
George turned look Of surprise at the strau
ppr nd 1nnt 1,a lnit 1,,l
ing, asked.
:. Be'tc stayun hcrcabouts, then, sir 2"
Perhaps he may have thought it strange
that one who looked so like clergyman
should be staying for any length of time in
the nelghborhood, without being better
known"
:" am clergyman" said the gentleman,
frankly: " but not of your church and |
don't feel free until TN better known"
Skipper George apparently weighed the
answer. lie did not urge the invitation: hut
his open face became clear and kindly as ever.
Then, sir, said he, " eff 'ec'd plase to be
seated here, Id tell the story. know it
we'll"
Before beginning it the fisherman cast
look at his house and then gazeJ awhile up
on the restless waves which here glanced
with the CLEAN OF treacherous eyes, and there
were dark as death.
=" DO 'ee mind about ten yeors ago, in New
foundland, sir e began Skipper George, turn
ing his steady eyes to his hearer, and speak,
ing as ii the date or the years Since the date
bad been painful to him: the hard year
that was when they had the rails they
called EN- Z"
Yes; though was in England at the
time. know pretty well what happened in
Newfoundland. 1t was sad time.''
Ay, sir, twas Sad time. Mony peonle
suffered some wanted food, and more agen
got broken in spirit. land that's bad for a
man. and some got lawless like. Twas a
sad time indeed % Skipper George, having
fingered thus before his tale, began it abrupt.
~: Well, sir, twas on the sixteenth day
of January--a Thursday, 'twas--I was
acomun down Backside from the Gosh haul
ing slide load o timber an my youngest
son wi me. 1t had a5een fine day, first
goun off, (for winters day, wi just fur.
ry O. snow now agen, and deal of snow on
The ground, tull about afternoon it. began to
blow from ABOUT west, and by nothe, or there
away, heavy and thick, an growun heavier
and heavier, an bitter cold. Oh :! twas bitter
cold! We didn' say much together, George
an | but We got along SO fast as ever we. could.
Twas about an hour or two before night,
mubbe: and George says to me, Let's lave
the slide, father! Twasn' but we could ha'
KEEP On WI it, though twas tsrrible cold.
hard work; but twas somelhun else!
80 we turned the slide out O. the way aud