The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-02-12

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rThe following story we extract from q
new novel, entitled, "1he New Priest in
Conception Bay" in vols price, 81. rs;
published by Messrs. Phillips, Sampson
4 Co, Boston. The authorship OF the
work is attributed to Rev Robt. T S.
Lowell, brother 10 the Poet Lowell
Skipper Georges Story is but one Of the
many similar gems with which the work
aboands The poetic grace of the style,
and the absorbing interest Of the story
are highly plcasing] -" 49,
VI" You have tho best lookout in the
neighborhood,' said Mr.. Debree, walk
ing to the spot on which Skipper George
had been standing aud looking abroad
from it. "This tree didn', grow here, "
said he, looking up at the grey trunk
glistning in the moonlight.
"No sir; twas set there" said the
fisherman @. .a.. ..H &.a
is it landmark ?" ..s....
"'Is, sir, it may be, in a manner; but
Htt ioI nun oH tuDsS "deSIa. F" do
set there wien c,es was taken aw'y.--
Riches came again, but twas lavcd, for
ed larned partly how to value riches. !"
The gentlcn an looked, as the moon
light showed, iuterestcdly at the speaker;
Another story with lesson in ityy"
he said. "If it were not for keeping
you out so late. would ask you to do me
the favor of telling it,"
cay, SIR said Skipper George. 81
said there were many lessons sent US.
This one coined nearer to me again than
tother hope I've learned somethun
ty that story. Fishermen don't heed
night hours much; but it's late for you
as well, sir. Mubbe 'ee'd plase to walk
inside bit2" he asked, with modest ur.
gency, ats short story, only a heavy
one ~
Another time, perhaps" said the
gentleman mot 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 a look Of surprise
at the stranger, and when the latter had
finished speaking, asked,
BE zee stayun hereabouts, then, sir"'
Perhaps he may have thought it
strange that one who looked so like a
clergyman should be staying for any
length of time in the neighborhood, With,
ou. being better known.
d" am Clergyman" said the gentle
man, frankly; "but not of your church
and | don't feel free until I'm better
known" n.
Skipper George appsrt ntly weighed
the answer He did not urge his invi-
tation; but his open face became clear
and kindly as ever.
Then, SIR" said he, "cf 'ee'd d phase
to be seated here, I'd tell the story. !
know i. well
Before beginning it the fisherman east
a look at his honsc; and then gazed
awhile upon the CLEAN of treaeherous
eyes, and there were dark as death.
- DO &c mind about ten years ago, In
Newfoundland, sir ?" began Skipper
George, turning his steady eyes to his
hcarcr, and speaking as if the date or the
years since the date had been painful to
him ''the hard year that was when they
had the rails, they called en- -
" Yes; though | was in England al
the time, | know pretty well what hap
..a.,.l =. i'll I, .r., - -
time"
"Ah, sir, I was a sad time Many
people suffered; some wanted food, and
more agcn got broken in spirit, (and
that's bad for man. and some got law.
less like. II was a sad time indeed y
Skipper George, having fingered thus
before his tale, began it abruptly: "Well
sir, twas on the sixteenth day of Janu
ary--a Thursday t was--I was acumur
down Baekside from the Gosh, hau 'linl
a slide load O timber, an my younges'
son wi me- 1t had abcen fine day
first groun off, (for winters day,) wi
just furry o snow now and agen, aud I
deal o snow on the ground, tull abou
ailStuOob III bs-au W Uto" ioin ooou
west, and by nothc, or thereavay, heavy
aud thick, au' growun heavier an hcav
icr, an bitter cold Oh. I was bitte
cold. We didn' say much together
George an !. but we got along so fast ii
ever we could. IT was about an hour o
two before night, mubbe; and Georg
says to me, Lets lave the slide, father
IT WASH but we could ha' KEEP on wi it
though t was tarrible cold, hard work
but I was somethnn else
$50 VIC turned the slide out O tn
way and laved her, and coined on. Il wa
blowun gales up over Backside; ye coul'
sca'ce keep our feet; an | hard some
thun like VOICE. suppose l was thin
kun o voiees-an I brought right u
into the wind. Twas just like bsun a
sea, in manner, and a craft driyin' righ
across our wake, an would ha' been ou
o sigh. an hearun in minute. Then
knowed BY the sound twas the Ministe
1--WE didn' have e'er reverend gentle
man Of our own in the days but e live
over in Sandy Harbor aud ed oose to 2
all round tn Bay We could sea c
bide together, but | was proper glad t
meet un, (for a minister 5 a comfort >
know sir;) an o said, rs anybody out
There's two o brother Inks orphans
sir, I'm afeared, aud others along W
en- | said. So e said, God hel
them. Where are yor two other boys
james and Maunsells Along wi brott
Izik's two,' | said. II was blowun te'
rible hard, and cold, and thick and tn
minister turued wi us, and we coined W
ploddun through the driftun snow, an
orcr the rudse. When we opened tn
| door frsf the mother thounht thara WIS