The mountain Democrat., 1864-12-03
me- ceUtIAOOee; a ships captain is every.

body 8 servant
There was howl heard, and the next
moment the captain entered, red and fu-
rious.
Mares nest again, he said. by Jove,
sir, if that boy Patterson didn't call me
out, doctor, to tell me there was a mutiny
going to break out among the convicts
'WhyT said !. Because heard them
whisper together said he, cool as you
like. 'Bockhead and lubber, said /, Civ
ing him a backhander, what harm can
niggers, whom could snap over my knee,
do by whispering? Let them whisper,
and if you come and interrupt me again
with your mares nests, by Jove, sir, I'll
kee!haul you
We'll, that's very odd, said the chap
lain, for this morning, when Davis bro't
the coffee to my berth, he told me he was
afraid to tell the mate, but he was sure
that there was mischief brewing among
the Hindus. He told me one of the men
had seen the Rajah, as they call him, slip
one hand nearly out Of his handcuffS' =
Nonsense = said the mate 4 examin-
cd every handcuff myself at eight bells.
Those boys are the pests of the vessel
with their cock and bull stories. If | see
them again near the prisoners, I'll keep
them all day scraping the mast
Crawford and always sleep with re-
volvers under our pillows, said the second
ensign; and there's sentinel at their
door night and day
Mutiny be -, said the captain, tes.
tily, 'and revolvers, too. If the fellows
did rise, Id tame them in five minutes
with the ships fire engine
An excellent thing for lowering the
pulse, said the doctor. by the by, Craw-
ford, you must remember challenge you
to chess to night
Here's the mate to check you, said
Crawford, pointing to Jobson.
Jobson's hard to beat, said the doctor;
but back the chaplain.
That night, in the dead Of darkness, the
boy Davis, who had fallen asleep in the
cook S galley, was awaked by storm of
muskctry, a splash overheard, clash of
sabcrs, groans, shouts and cries.
AS he lay irrcsolutc and frightened, a
hairy, bony hand clutched him by the
arm; then voice he knew to be Patter-
sons, cried:
Davis, the villains have risen and mur-
dered every soul on board save ii, and the
! tiremcn-but three, and those they are
chasing into the state cabin. They've put
guard over the engine room. stun
blcd over the captain just now he was
stabbed at the companion ladder. OGod,
guide Us /! Davis, lie is good and great,
and He holds the seas in the hollow of
His band. lie is a strong tower and q
fortress. Davis, pray, fer here they
come "
y dozen ships lanterns moved swiftly
toward them, and the next moment the
two boys were IN the clutch Of dozen
llinduS, whose white tunics were Splashed
with the blood Of the murdered men.
They were about to plunge their bayo-
nets into their kneelng victims, when
their leader, the Rajah, appeared, and
with bis aaber struck up their weapons as
he ,ho0,ed the watchword Of their sect,
Wan Gooroo!
! The Rajah was fat, smooth faced Hin
du, with small, ha)fshut eyes, and a cruel
mouth. lie had the captains double glass
Sung round him, and the captains gold
watch chain twisted round his black and
yellow turban.
Davis cIung to his feet and prayed for
his life.
'lIooly, hooly, jack said Patterson to
him, but without looking toward his com
panlon; let me alone wi the bluid. thirsty
deevil, and III try him wi just word or
two CT his ain lingo that picked up at
Singapore. They Wilma twistpur thrap-
pies if can help it. No fear, man; VIC
must make the best of bad business. -
Speak them gently, man, and don't screigh
there as if you'd got dizzen knives in
your wame.'
Patterson was rawboned Scotch laA,
ungainly in body, large. footed, red haired,
shamblng. But he was brave, thought
ful, shrewd lad, and forgot his own danger
in his care for his younger companion.
He did not utter these exhortations in
one breath, but pccemeal, as they were
both led to the state cabin, where Baloo
Singh was now cnthroncd.
Take heart, jack he said, remember
how David, the son Of Jesse, slew the big
thief Of a giant wi wee u flint stanc.'
4 am not afraii, Sandy, replied the lit
tie fellow, his cheek flushing; I'm only a
wee skeared. Look the brutal rogues,
they've got poor Mr.. Jobson.'
God help him = said Patterson.
Poor Mr.. Jobson!' groaned Jack =
look how he's cut on the forehead
, In the cabin, with one foot on the dead
BODY Of the murdered captain, sat the chief
fanatic, Baloo Singh lie was tall, thin
man, with dead-colored eyes, face OF a
corpse color, blue lips, and long shrivel!ed
hands He sat erect, with no trace Of
any human expression upon his face. He
certainly acted well the part of resusci-
tated dead man. Thirty or forty Ilndus,
mad with excitement, stood round their
leader, holding lighted candles, boarding
pixies, blood stained sabcrs, and ship mus
kcts still smoking at the muzzles.
Worship him, worship Sauk Singh,
they cried, as they dragged the unfortu
nate mate to the feet Of their chief.
The brave man stood erect, without a
look OF fear
Il he cussed if l do, he said, and turn
ed his quid 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 ST.
lence.
'Wah Gooroo! : shouted the fanatics,
with one voice.
'Wah Gooroo! !! said Baloo Singh, with
voice that seemed to rise from tho tomb.
80 perish the unbelicverSF
"A weaScl.la Hindu, thin as a girl,
and his dark, mean features almost hidden
by rank, straight, black hair, now seized
Patterson. and, saber in hand, dragged
him to the feet of Baloo Singh.
4Guiri-bye, Jack said Patterson, with