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

Crawford the sherry"
We shall have fine passage" said the
chaplain.
"May be- if the wind keeps up" The cap
tain was evidently put out. But hang me
at high water mark, if | wouldn't rather car
ry parrots and monkeys, than these piggers,
with their particular food and their perpetual
COMPLAINTS
The soup was removed, and the second
course brought in. The steward had Just
lifted the cover from a magnificent joint Of
beef, that smoked like great sacrifice, when
Patterson entered and whispered to the cap
tain.
The captain threw down his knife and fork
in pet. There again." he said. "Here
MIR. Jobson, take this joint Not moment
night or day, ones own. Excuse me, gentle
men ; a ships captain is every bedy's ser
want"
! There was howl heard, and the next mo-
ment the captain entered, red and furious.
MARES nest again." he said BY Jove,
sir, if that boy Peterson didn't call me out
doctor, to tell me there was mutiny going to
break out among the convictS. 'Why?'
said I. Because head them whisper to-
gether,' said he, cool as you like. Block
head and lubber,' said l, giving him back
handler, what harm can niggers, whom
could snap over my knee, dc b, whispering ?
Let them whisper and if you come and in
terrupt me again with your mares nests, by
Jove, sir, I'll keelhaul YOU
Well, that's very odd" said the chaplain,
{" for this morning, when Davis brought the
coffee to my berth, he told me he was afraid
! to tell the mate, but he was sure there was
mischief brewing among the Hindus. He
told me one of the men had seen the raiah,
as they call him, slip one hand nearly out Of
his handcutfs.'
! "Nons !" said the mate. :" | examin-
ed every handcuff at eight bells. Those
! boys are the pest Of the vessel with their
cock-and-bull stories. If | see them again
near the prisoners, Ill keep them all day
scraping the mast
"Crawford and always sleep with revol-
vers under our pillows said the second en-
sign and there's a sentinel at the door
night and day."
Mutiny be -" said the captain testify,
"and revoleers too. If the fellows did rise,
Id tame them in FIVE minutes with the ships
fire engine"
"An excellent thing r lowering the
! pulse" said the DOCTOR by the way, Craw
ford, you must remember l challange you
to chess tonight
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 the darkness,
the boy Davis, who had fallen asleep in the
cooks galley, was awakened by storm OF
musketry, splash overheard clash OF sa-
bres, groans, shouts and cries.
As he lay ;rressolute and frightened, a hairy,
bonv hand clutched him by the arm then
voice that he knew to be Patterson's cried ::
Davis, the villains have risen and murdered
every soul on board save US and the fireman
but three, and those they are chasing into
the state cabin. They've put a guard over
the engine room. stumbled over the cap
tain Just now; he was stabbed at the COM
panion ladder o God, guide US Davis,
ae is guild and great, and he holds the seas
in the hollow of his ht.td. lie is strong
tower and fortress. Davis, pray, for here
they come"
! A dozen ships lanterns moved swiftly to-
ward them, ane the next moment the two
BOYS were in the clutch of dozen Hlndus,
whose white TUNES were splashed with the
blood of the murdered men.
They were about to plunge their bayonets
into tt:eir kneeling victims, wien the leader
: the rajah, appeared, and with his sabre struck
up their weapons as he shouted the watch,
, word of the sect, :" Wah Gooroo,"
The rajah was fat, smooth faced Hindu
with small half shut eyes, and a cruel mouth
He had the captain't double-glass slung
about him, and the captains gold watch
} chain twisted around his black and yellow
: turban.
Davis cung to his feet and prayed for his
F.; life.
"Hooly, hooly, jack" said Patterson to
him, but without looking toward his compan
ion; let me alone with the bluid-thirsty
, deevil, and I'll try him wi just word of hi:
ain lingo that picked up at Singapore
They wunna twist our thrapples if l can helT
It. No fear, man We must make the best
of bad business. Speak them gently, man
and don't screlgh there as if you'd got a d,z
zen knives in your wame."
Patterson was raw boned Scotch lad, un
gainly in body, large footed, red haired
shambling. But he was brave, thought
> full shrewd lad, and forgot his own danger
: in the care for his younger companion.
He did not utter these exhortations in one
breath, but piecemeal as they were both led
to the state-cabin, where Baloo Singh was
J now enthroned.
: "Take heart, J ack, he said, remember
t how David, the son of Jesse, slew the big
] thief of giant wi wee fint-stane."
81 am not afraid Sandy" replied the little