Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1865-01-05
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The Jamseijee JeejeebhOy.

II is now exactly year ago, that the
Jamsejee Jeejeethoy, a teak-built, sop
per-bouomed Steam transport, started
from Singapore, with . cargo Of Hindl
convicts, sentenced to transportation il
the Andaman Islands.
This transport named after its origina
/ proprietor, the benevolent Parses mer'
chant, had been hired by our government
to carry native convicls, most strange
gang of whom filled it between decks
the June evening. 1852, that followed
in which the ship had left its anchorage
The first few hours after leaving port
are full of hustle and excitement; there
is rope TO coil away, cargo to shake into
its place the men used an hour or two
to forget their license on shore, and tc
return to steady discipline. By and by
every one gets into his own grove, the
ropes tighten, the rudder works, the ship
"gets her Stride" she fOrgets the land,
and away she goes, true and steadfast,
on her destined mission.
This transformation, this tanning down,
had taken place on board the JamseJee
Jeejeebhoy. The carpenter was busy
arranging the hatchway for the prisoners
sleeping births; the sscond mate was
experimenting the transfer of stores
from one part of the hold to another ;
the men were splicing and knOtting, scrap
ing and securing the doctor was rating
the lobby boy" tall, freckled, ungain-
ly Scotch lad, Sandy Patterson, who was
always pouring over ar old copy of the
Seamen's Manuel, when he ought to be
compromising medicines ; and the boat
swain was reviling Jack Davis, the ships
boy, brave little fellow, but rather too
fond of mischief.
The ship was like a great bird,
which ere it finally quits land, rests a
moment on some forelRnd to prune its
wings and ruffle out its plumage for its
long fight. The great white canvass wa s
shaking out aloft the vessel rose buoy
anily upon the large waves; cheering
shouts rang from stem and stern; the
boatswain's whistle piped shrill and child
ingiy; the vessel began TO walk" as
sailors call it, before as fresh gale as
captain could desire to have at his back.
The convicls on board were Sikh fam
atics, chiefly from Lahore and Umriisur.
They were followers Of that pseudo pro.
phet. Baloo Singh, who had all but eX.
cited an insurrection in the Punjab. Bv
trade tailor, he had declared himself to
be Baluk Singh, the founder of the sect
who died sixteen years ago, risen from
the dead to preach down caste and sut-
teeisln, and to expel the English. This
dangerous mans disciples wore black and
yellow turbans, rosaries of white wollen
cord practiced military drill, and used
the words "Wah Gooroo" as their mys-
tic watchwords. The only good thing
about the depOrted sect was, that they
preached temperance, cleanliness, and
truihrelling. In Olher respects, these
Hindu fanatics we're as sensual, blood.
thirsty, and insane scoundrels as ever
abused the name of religion. They had
been several days on board before the
ship left port. under the somewhat losse
guard of the second mate, a mere youth
in the service of the company to which
the steamer belonged4
Ii was just sunset-such a sunset as
can only be seen in such seas as the con.
vict vessel was now traversing-a sun.
set as unlike an English sunset as dai.
sy is unlike the Marvel of Peru-one Of
those volcanic outbursts of golden fame
and streams of crimson, and watts Of
purple fire, and rainbow radience Of
green and yellow, that seems to mantle
the whole western sky, and turn the
ocean into a whirlpool of blood. 1t was
coloring all the sails and ropes, and ev'
cry plank of the convict vessel, and bath
ed the walls of the state cabin, wherein
the officers were just sitting down to din
ner.
The bell had rung, and the steward
had just brought in the soup; but one
officer, the ensign in charge of the con
victs, still stood at the cabin window
watching the burning path the setting
sun cast upon the tranquil ocean.
The doctor laughed and said "Wher
l was eighteen / used to look at sunsets
now, | only regard them as signals fol
dinner, Come, Crawford, the chaplain
is waiting to say grace. We are not II
wait for the captain"
The ensign colored, and took his place
he was thinking of other SC cenes far ava!
across the sea.
The party consisted Of the captain
Crawford, the doctor, the chaplain, tn