Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1873-08-22

points ct the compass, chewing To- |
bacco, grinding it up like snuff-mill,
smoking violently and sweating pro-
fusely. Meantime night spread her
and uncertain light upon
the waves. About half-past eight the
mate joined the Captain on the upper
top sail yard, and almost Immediately
light abeam It flashed at
intervals of twelve seconds, and seemed
to float just above the horizon in a
calm sea of mist. The Captain thought
Ballycottin Light. The latter was
correct, and SO we had made the trip
from land to land in twenty-five days,
thank God ! Next morning the soft
outlines of old Ireland's hills and
mountains greeted the eye with a
blessed welcome of peace and,rest. The |
mate, and Englishman, pointed out a |
hill which he said was Vinegar Hill,
famous for a battle fought there. But. |
being questioned, did not know qChnt |
battle, between whom, or what about. |
However, the boatswain, full hlooded
Fenian, when the mate walked away,
said " there's the sphot where the |
bloody English got dacent dhrub-
bing." On the 10Th July was
awakened by the mate, a good hearted
fellow enough, but something of
prig. He is usually in a feverish
state of rawness lest some one should,
by chance, see something, or know
something, or hear, feel, or experience
something which he has never seen.
known, heard, felt or experienced;
who, on the voyage out. has always
seen every ship that hove Ill sight some
hours before she was visible to any one
else, and who, fearful lest the boat
swain might first see land, reported
the Gloom of it, when about five
hundred miles off. He thinks an
Englishman, by virture of his nativity,
quite the lord of creation, and all
| other men, and things, all civilization.
all science, all literature and all the
| art of all the world merely a feeble
imitation of the supreme good in
"Hold Hengland.' He now bent
over me as though / were the dying
s'soldier of the legion" and he, the
young buck, who was to be informed
that there was " another, not q sister,
AMI asked me, in an agitated
voice, if I could guess what visi-
tor we had on board. l re-
piled, that my imagination, at
present enfeebledby long seavoyaGe,
was all unequal to the task; though,
if I should make guess, would say
that doubtless Her most Gracious
Majesty and several of the Ladies in
Waiting were come to pay their re-
spects. "We've got, "said he, tapping
himself upon the heart. "a real Heng-
lish Pilot aboard" and then, rushing
out, he conveyed cup of hot tea to
the Real Henglish Pilot, who
IL J., In
scension as Il Smithville pilot would n
"whiskey straight" Soon the Captain
went on deck, and then ensued the fol
lowing conversation:
''GoOd morning, Mr.. Pilot.
''Oh, good morning."
''It's fine morning, Mr.. Pilot
ooh, ay y
"A good breeze, too
COW, ay y
"Have many vessels gone mp, re-
Gently? 2"
cow, ay.'
''The ship Lady Russell passed us
to windward; has she come in -
"Ah, ay.'
"Any news in Liverpool o.
900, ay.
Wont yon try another cup of tea o.
cav, ay.'
81 have some good tobacco here,
won't You Smoke q
ga n.y."
'Do you think we can get into dock
this evening ?"
"Ayr'
Tin glad we refused tuG-boat last
night.
GAY, ay. la ! ha har'
IF he said ooh, ay" once, he said it
a thousand times, till the incessant
repetition goaded me into 4 fever, and
felt like charging up the companion
stairs cen dishabille," and defying
him to mortal combat.
| BY and bye the Captain changed his
base, and I listened to hear tins man
betrayed into talking
"What's become of Hill 80 To
which the ''Real Hcnglish" made an
swer. with the rising infection, "Hill?''
eyes he that was pilot" And the
''real' reioined, with the falling inficc-
ton, Chilli y
eyes; he was on this station two
years ago" And then the pilot, with
a doubtful infection, as wanting more
} light ''H-i-i-n ?"
s Yes something was the matter
with his eyes he couldn't see so very
we'll" TO which the 'sHenglish," in
an explanatory way-"Hlll
eyes he had family at Brken-
head. wore a glazed hat ard blue
suit" Here ray of light struggled
through the mists of Mr.. Pilots mind
and, getting back to his old cue, and
combining all the infections ut one
fell swoop, he said, 80 ay?l! Hill !!
Wrong name-IIuU dead"
I thanked Heaven he had finally
given voice, and turned out to see the
city. A splendid breeze sent us bowl
ing right through the myriad vessels
land under the sun-the clean-built
American, the heavy Dutchman, the
Russian, Prussian. French ships,
English, Spanish, Turkish, Swedish,
and the rusty galleons from beyond
the "Afric lsmal,' and the "Indian
Peru steamboats, crowded to sutfo-
cation with passengers, below and on
every inch of standing room; black
tunnels, red tunnels, blue, green, white
and yellow tunnels striped stacks,
and steamers with no stacks yachts,
yawls, punts, wherries, police boats,
coal barges, scows, dredging machines,
oyster boats, and the likeness of every
conceivable thing that floats upon the
water. We got into the Kings Dock
amidst the bawling, shouting, swear
ing and fighting of watermen, dock
men, sailors, dock masters, cabmen
and loafers, who, as vessel after vessel
swung into the docks, kept up such a
din as is only equalled in the heat of Il
pitched battle. And when we finally
stepped ashore and found ourselves in
the tremendous whirl of human beings
-aristocrats in silks and laces and
broadcloths, divines, scholars, poets
doubtless, merchants, prosperous and
rubicund tradesmen and shopkeepers,
anxious and constrained in look, gen
tlemen of leisure, snobs, blacklegs,
crude mechanicals," shreds, patches,
boOtblacks in uniform and boOtblacks
out of uniform, soldiers, bands of
music, charity girls, servant girls, old,
| dried Shriva1le1 huckS tnr women