The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1864-08-05

human expression upon his face. He Ger
tainly acted well the part of resuscitated
dead man. Thirty or forty Hindus, mac
with excitement, stood round their leader
holding lighted candles, boarding pixies
blood-stained sabers, and ship-muskets still
smoking at the muzzles.
Worship him, worship Baluk Singh,
they cried, as they dragged the unfortunate
mate to the feet of their chief.
The brave man stood erect, without look
of fear.
"t'd be cussed if ] do" he said, and turn
ed his qu d, and spat on the ground.
The chief made sweeping movement with
his right hand, and the mate was dragged
from the room. There was struggle, yell
and pistol-shot, then silence.
"Wah Goo-oo!" shouted the fanatics with
one voice.
"Wah Gooroo!" said Baloo Sigh, with a
voice that seemed to rise from tomb. "Sc
perish the unbelievers r'
A weasel-faced Hindu. thin as a girl, and
his dark, mean features almost hidden by
rank, straight, black hair, now seized Patter-
son, and, saber in hand, dragged him to the
feet of Baloo Singh.
"Guid-by, Jack" said Patterson with a
rueful grimace, and clasping the boys hand
Its guid-by to my harms [brainsl now-the
dour deevils. Yet Gods still aboon a, ant
III hae try for my life still"
Hadji Hanna, the bloated wretch we have
already seen, stepped forward, and sticking
his fat fingers in the red hair of the Scotch
lad, raised a carving-knife that he had
snatched from the stewards pantry.
"Son of Heaven" he said to his chief
s. let US sacrifice this unbeliever TO the god
dess Khalee: she has told US to purge sea
and land of these infdels, who deny your
resurrection"
Guid-by to old Aberdeen the Lord
have mercy upon me ~ groaned Patterson.
Then sudden light came in his eye, and he
struggled forward, and seizad the robe o.
the false prophet. "Baoo Singh, son o.
Heaven he cried in broken Hisdustanee
81 worship thee. -(Then, under breath
Haud up yer heart, Jack; there's precedent
for it. Remember Naaman bowed himself
in me house of kimmon. y" There is but
one God, and Baloo Singh rose from th'
dead to be his Prophet"
Let him go-he is one of US! Waf
Gooroo ~ cried Baloo Singh.
Hadii Hanna put yellow and black tur-
ban on Patterson's head, and bound round
his waist the mystic knotted cord.
This lad, too," said Patterson, pushing
forward Jack, is also believer; the mira
cles wrought today have convinced US both
Ba!os Singh, son of Heaven, We are your
slaves"
Again the shout of "Wah Gooroo"
"Sons of the unbelievers, saved by Heav.
Ell from the DOM Of thy race! your lives
are gwen back to you :" exclaimed the chief
" Hadji Hanna, put on this young conver
the turban and the coid these converts vii
help US with the accursed vessel
"The gabnlin' skate" muttered Patterson
and then he shouted the watchword, "Wal
Gooroo! till he was out of breath.
" Stay below here till We have proved you
fidelity said the chief, rising "you shal
wait on ourselves, and help to steer the yes
SCI. Dahlee still cries for victims. Come
Hadji Hanna Come, my dlsciples-come, AM
let US perfect the work"
As he uttered these words, the chief LET
the cabin, followed by the other fanatics.-
Hadii Hanna stayed for moment behind
Beware" SAID he with hand on the throa
of either lad" any treachery, and you di
by nv hand. You are now followers of tn
great Son of Heaven, Baloo Singh. | plac
two armed men at the cabin door; if Vol
move from the door, they shoot you bot
and fling you to The sharks" AS he uttere
these threats, Hadii Hannas bloodshot eye
glared on the two survivors.
The next moment the door closed 5ebinr
him, the key turned, and there was SCUM
of two muskets being cooked.
The moment the door closed, Patterso
leaped up and hugged Jack in his arms
God guide US and protect u.s." he cried
' and forgive me for telling the blackest an
biggest lee man ever uttered. The accurse
seed Of Satan, the revivin' God-forsaker
/ blasphemers, the cut-throat sons of Belial
but I'll be even with them. Quick, Davis
help me with this table, that may see ou
of the sky-light what they're doing. Et
man, just hear them! They've found on
of our poor fellows up in the rigging, an
they're worrying him as terriers do rat
In a moment the ready lad was or the ia
BILE, and with his eye cautiously raised to tn
level of the glass. He was silent for mo
ment; but his hands were clenched, and tn
perspiration dripped from his brow. Their
was sound of heavy body dragging owe
| the deck, then sound of shattered glass.
"Oh, what is it, dear Sandy? Do tell me
Oh, what dreadful things are they doing?
said Jack.
Patterson replied in I low voice, and wit
face glued to the glass &" 1t is the poor stew
ard, Jack. They've tied him to the mast, AM
they're peltins him with champagne bottles
He is streaming with blood and his hand
are clasped. Hear the cries. Now one @