The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-04-11
MISS CARTOONS STORY:
The Adventures of Mr.. Seymour.

command OF tne Deautl1ul clipper,
Belle Blonde" which was owned by Mr..
Seymour, and which was stocked with a
great variety of articles suited for barter
with the natives of the South Sea Islands,
to which point we were bound. This voy-
age was undertaken by Mr.. Seymour for
two-fold object, the main one being an
endeavor to release from captivity beau
tiful white girl, who was held by the ma
tives of an island near to the one on
which Mr.. Seymour was left by Captain
Dansford, who had commanded his vessel
on a former voyage He had been greatly
impressed by her beauty during the few
moments he had seen her, and his fortu-
nate escape and accidental meeting with
Captain Darnsford, and recovery of his
property, had placed the means of at
tempting her rescue in his power. We,
accordingly, within few days after his
getting possession of his vessel, left the
harbor of San Francisco, and in due
course of time dropped anchor at Rava,
which was the port at which Mr.. Seymour
had been so treacherously left, nearly two
years before We were soon surrounded
by the boats of the natives, eager for
barter. Seymour refused to receive any
hostages, and told them if they wanted
to trade to bring on their shell and sandal
wood, and if they showed any disposition
to act treacherously he would accommo-
date them with fight, for which we were
well prepared.
In answer to his inquiry whether there
were any whites on the island, they told
him that there was not, as the only one
that had ever lived on their island had
escaped some time ago, but that on an
island near that, there was white wo-
man who did very strange tricks, and
who was shortly to be married to the
Chief ....r.
When Seymour heard this, l thought
he would faint but recovering, he asked
why she married at all, and was told that
the priests said she must, as they wanted
her in thetribe.
Seymour had now regained his cheer
fulness, and turning to me said, "The
fellow talking with me is my old servant,
Kaloo, and though he does not recognize
me, l do him what freak has made him
chief is beyond my knowledge, for I
thought they would kill him for my loss"
"What! He Kaloo ?" saidI loudly,
looking with interest at the chief
My question was somewha, unfortunate,
for the native was watching every move
ment of our lips, and as spoke his name
he Immediately gave loud yell, and re-
cognizing Seymour, issued few orders
to the feet of canoes, which drew off from
the ships side at once, and padded quick
ly to the shore. AS it was now near
dark, the only thing we could do was to
set double lookout for any attack, and
pass sleepless night. s.
/ have forgotten to mention that in
shipping our crew l had taken one hand
whose face seemed strangely familiar to
me, and who, from his peculiar Yankee
dialect, we nick-named Brother Jona-
than"
About midnight we heard shout for
assistance under the bobstay, and on look
ing there, found that our down-easter,
who was always doing some clumsy action,
was overheard. We soon had him on
deck. He said, that having gone for
ward to relieve the watch, he had fallen
asleep, and walked upto find himself in
the water, though how he had got through
the netting was a mystery. AS he SEEM
ed all unstrung, we sent him below for
the night, determined to be careful ere
we trusted to his vigilance again.
Just before daylight there was terri
BILE noise and outcry on deck, followed by
heavy blows and deep curses, and think
ing we were attacked, | seized my pis-
tolls, and rushing up, found that Brother
Jonathan was again in trouble, and this
time it was serious. The mate, aided by
several sailors, was holding him down on
deck, while the prisoner, his speech free
from all provincialisms, was cursing hard
enough to take the tongue out of bell.
whats the trouble, Mr.. Dicksonp" /
inquired, as sprang into the melee.
Trouble !" said the excited mate, as
he knocked the head Of the PROSTATE
man hard enough on the deck to start the
earnings 'trouble, sir This man is Ell
ther crazy, or traitor; he has spiked a
carronade, and caught him at another
just in time to save the gun by knock
ing him over" 80 aa'H1iaei ~
Directing the steward to bring some
irons we soon had the fellow secured be-
yond question, and then instituted a
strict examination of our arms; one gun
was thoroughly spiked, while in the
touch-hole of another stuck small rat
tail file, which, but for the timely blow of
the mate, would have spoiled the use of