Huntington independent. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1871-1874, 1873-06-12
A YOUNG HERO.
A TOUCHING STORY.

men enough, no douOt, tueW Dai-
matiaDs, and reason good, too, seein'
they man half the Austrian navy; but
they amt got the seasouin' Of an
Englishmap, put it how yer will!'
l was standing on the upper dock
of the Austrian Lloyd steamer, look
ing my last upon pyramidal Jaffa, as
it rises up in terrace after terrace of
stern gray masonry against the lus-
trous evening sky, with the foa m-tip-
ped breakers at its feet. Beside me,
with his elbow on the hand-rail, aud
his sort pipe between his teeth, louD-
ges the stalwart chief-engineer, as
thorough an Englishman as if he had
not spent two-thirds Of his life
aboard, and delighted to get hold of
a listener who-as he phrases it
"has been about bit"
"No; they amt got an English
mans seasonin," he continues, pur-
suing his criticism of tie Dalmatian
seamep; "and what's more, they amt
got an Englishman's pluck, neither,
not when it comes to real scrape. y
Can no one but an Engishman
have any pluck, then" asked |
laughing.
"Wen, wont just 90 for to say
that; o'course a man as is a man
ill have pluck in him all the world
over. I've seen a Prencher tackle a
shark to save his messpate; and I've
seen Rooshan stand to his gun
arter every man in the battery, bar
rim himself, had heen blowed all to
smash. But if yer come to that, the
puckiest feller as ever | seed warren t
a man at all"
"What was he then? woman"
mo, nor that, neither; though,
mark ye, | don't 90 for to say as how
woman amt pluck enough, too
some on 'em at least. My old CONAN,
now, saved NE once from a lubber OF
a Portigee as was just a goin' to stick
a knife into me, when she cracked
his nut with a hapdspike (You can
hear her spin the yarn yourself, ii
you likes to pay US visit when
we get to Constantiaoplc. J But this
un as I'm talkln' on was little lad
not much bigger n Tom Thumb,
only with spiris of his own as I'D
ha' blowed up a mau-o-war Almost
Would ye like to hear about i,Y'
l eagerly asseut; and the narrator
knocking the ashes out of his pipe,
folds his brawny arms upon the top
Of the rail, and commences as follows;
"Bout three years ago, afore got
this berth as I'm in now, | was sec,
ond-epgineer aboard Liverpool
steamer bound for New York. There
d been a lot Of extra cargo sent
down just at the last minute, and
we'd had no end of joo stowin' II
away, and that ran US late o stsrtin
so that, altogether, you may think
the cap'u waren't altogether in the
sweetest temper in the world, nor the
mate, neither; as for the chiefengi'
neer, he was an easy-goiu' sort of chap
as Dothin' on earth could put out
But on the morpin' Of the third day
out from Liverpool, he cum down to
me in precious hurry, loOkiu' as il
sOmethiu' had put him out pretty
considerably
> Tom" says he, what dye think
Blest if We amt found a stowaway.'
That's the name, you know, sir, as
We gives to chaps as hides theirselve:
4 aboard outwardbound vessels, anc
] gets carried out unbeknown to every
body)
1.-THE dickens you havel" says l
"Who is he, and where did you hn(
him."
"Well, we found him slowed ava.
among the casks for-ard; and ten t.
one we'd never ha' twigged him q
/ all, if the skipper's dog hadn't snuff
ed him out and began barkin.' Sicl
little mite as he is, tool | coulC
an ost put him in my bsccy-pOuch
/ poor little beggarl but he looks to b
agood-plucky un fOrIall that"
| didn't wait to hear no more, bu
up on deck like a sky-rccket; an
there | did see sight, and no mis-
take. Every man-Jack o'the crew
. and what few passengers we ha
aboard, was ali in a ring on tn
fo'c'stle, and in the middle was tn
fust-mste, lookin' as black as thun
q der. Right in front of him, lookin'
f reg'lar mite among all them big feI
b lers' was little bit o a lad not ter
s years old--ragged as scarecrov
hrt NTH hrioht curlv hair and