Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1866-12-08

from her berth at New York, and til
usual crowd of passengers, newsbOy;
fruit-venders, cabmen, and dock-loai
ers, were assembled on and about til
boat.
We were gazing at the molly grou
from the foot of the deck stairs, whe
our attention was attracted by the sin
gular action of tall, brown Yankee, il
an immense brown hat, chOcolate-col
ored coat and pantaloons, and fame,
vest. He stood near the starboard pad
dle-box, and scrutinized sharply ever,
female coming on board, every now ant
then consulting an enormous bulls eye
watch, which he raised from the depthl
of a capacious fob by means of a pow
erful steel chain. After mounting
guard in this manner, he dashed furi
ously down the gang-plauk and up the
wharf, reappearing again on board al
most instantly, expressing the most in.
tense anxiety. This series of opera.
tions he performed several times, after
which he rushed about the boat wildly,
and hopelessly circulating:
"What's the time of day? Wonder
if my repeater is fast? Whar's the
Cap'n? Whar's the steward? Whar's
the mate? Whar's the boss that owns
this ship?"
"What's the matter, sir?" we ven
tured to ask him, when he halted for q
moment for breath.
"Hain't seen nothin' of a gal in a
blue sun-bOnnet, with Canton Grape
shawl (cost fifteen dollars) pink gown
and brown boots, hey?-come aboard
while L have been looking for the Cap
tain, at the hind part of the ship-have
We, hey?"
''No such person has come on
board"
"Tormented lightningl-she's my
wifel" he screamed; married her yes
terday! All her trunks and mine aboard,
under pile of baggage as tall as Con-
necticut steeplel The dark black mig
ger SAYS he won't hand it out, and
won't leave my baggage anyhow. My
wife-only think OF twas to have
come on board at half-past four, and
here it Is most Eve: What's become OF
her? She can't have eloped! We
haven't been married long enough for
that. You don't think she's been abdi-
Gated, do We; Mister? Speak--answer-
won't ye? On! I'm ravin' distracted
What are they ringin' that bell for?-
Is the old ship flre!'
1T is the signal for departure-the
first bell; the second bell will ring IN
four minutes"
Thunder! you don't say sol Whar's
the cap'n?"
''That gentleman in the blue coat.
The Yankee darted to the captains
side.
Cap'n, stop the ship for ten minutes,
will YEP"
"Can't do it, sir!'
"But We must, L tell ye; I'll pay We
for it. How much will We take?"
81 could not do it.
'Cap'D, I'll give yeou few dollars, !"
gasped the Yankee.
The captain shook his head.
''I'll give you five dollars and a half
and a half-and a half" he kept re-
peating, and dancing about in his ago
ny like mad jackass on a platter.
"This boat starts at five precisely, !"
said the captain, shortly, and turned
away.
"Oh, you stony-hearted heathinI'
murmured the Yankee, almost bursting
luIO tears, dTIln Iudu anu WIFE,
and we just one day married.
At this moment the huge paddle
wheels began to paw the water, and the
walking-beam descended heavily, shak-
ing the huge fabric to the centre. All
who were rot going to New Haven went
ashore. The hands began to haul in
the gang plank; the fasts were already
cut loose.
"Leggo that plank" roared the Yam
kee, collaring one of the hands. "Drop
it like a hot potater, or I'll throw you
into the dock"
''Yo-yol" shouted the men In chorus,
as they heaved on the gangway.
"Shut up yeou brayin' donkeys"
yelled the maddened Yankee, ''or
there'll be an ugly sort of work"
But the plank was got aboard, and
the boat splashed past the pier. In an
instant the Yankee pulled off his coat,
flung his hat beside it on the deck, cry
ing for the guard.
care you drunk or crazy p cried a
passenger, seizing him.
'Tm going to fling myself into the
dock and swim ashore" cried the Yam
kee. 81 mustn't leave my Sairy Ann
alone in New York city. Yeou may di-
y-de my baggage among ye; let me go;
kin swim.
He struggled so furiousIy that the
consf qnences of his rashness might
have been fatal, had not a sudden APP
partition changed his purpose. A very
pretty young woman in a blue bonnet,
white Canton Grape shawl, pink dress
and brown boots, came towards him.
The big brown Yankee uttered one
stentorian shout of "Sairy Ann" clasp
ing her in his arms in spite of heI
struggling, and kissed her heartily,
right before the passengers.
"Whar did you come from p he in
quired.
''From the ladies' cabin" answered
the bride.
"You told me at half-past four, but ]
thought I'd make sure, and came al
| four"
"a little too punctooal - said the
Yankee; "but it's all right meow. Go
ahead steamboat ! Rosin up there
fireman. Darn the expense"
When the sun set, the loving couple
were seen sitting on the upper deck
the big, brown Yankees arm encircling
the slender waist of the young woman
in blue bonnet and pink dress. w
believe they reached their destination
safe and sound. .
Sidney Tompkins, wealthy farme
of Saltwater, Washington county, Ney
York, met with his death Sunday morn
ing in a very singular manner Upo
visiting his cattle yard, he discovere