Connecticut western news., 1873-03-28
A YOUNG HERO.

A YOUNG HERO.
 "Ay, ay, sir; they're smart seamen enough, no doubt, them Dalmatians, and reason good, too, seein' they man half the Austrian navy but they ain't got the seasonin' of an Englishman, put 1t how yer will.
 was standing on the upper deck of the Austrian Lloyd steamer, looking last upon pyramidal Jaffa, as it rises up in terrace after terrace of stern gray mason " against the lustrous evening sky, With the foam-tipped breakers at it's feet. Beside me, with his elbow on the hand rail, and his short pipe between his teeth, lounges the stalwart chief-en- gineer, as thorough an Englishman as if he had not spent two-thirds of his life abroad, and delighted to get hold of 8 listener who Gas he phrases it) "has been about bit"
 "No; they ain't got an Englishman's s seasonin'," he continues, pursuing his criticism of the Dalmatian seamen land what's more, they ain't got an English mans pluck neither, not when it comes to real scrape."
 "Can no one but an Englishman have any pluck, then ?" ask I, laughing.
 Well, ont just go for to say that; O course man as is a man 'ull have pluck in him all the world ever. I've seen a Frencher tackle a shark to save his messmate; and I've seed 8 Rooshan stand to his gun arter every man in the battery, barrin' himself, had been blow ed all to smash. But, if yer come to that, the pluckiest feller as ever / seed warn't man at all!'
 "What was he, then Pa woman ?'
 "Na, nor that neither; though, mark ye, don't go for to say as how women ain't got pluck enough too-some of 'em, at least. My old 'ooman, now, saved me once from lubber of Por- tigee as was just a-goin' to stick knife into me, when she cracked his nut with 8 hsndspike. (You can hear her spin the yarn yourself, if you likes to pay us Q visit when we get to Constantinople.) But this un as I'm a-talkin' on was a little lad not much bigger'n Tom Thumb, only with sperrit of his own as ud' ha' blowed up man-o'-war almost. Would yer like to hear about it ?"
 l eagerly assent 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 sAAo 0OA un ttc T LII III AOW, ! WdS 6GGOuU- engineer aboard Liverpool steamer bound for New York. There'd been @ lot of extra cargo sent down just at the last minute, and we'd had no end of job stowin' it away, and that ran us late O startin' so that altogether, as you may think, the cap'n warn't altogether in the sweetest temper in the world, nor the mate neither; as for the chief-en- gineer, he was an easy -goin' sort Q chap, as nothin' on earth could put out. But on the mornin' of the third day out from Liverpool, he cum down to me in precious hurry, lookin' as if somethia' had put him out pretty considerably.
 Tom, says he, what dye think? Blest if we ain't found a stowaway.' Chats the name, you know, sir, as we give to chaps as hide themselves aboard outward-bound vessels, and gets carried out unbeknown to everybody.)
 The dickens you havep says I. 'Who Is he, and where did yer find him ?
 We'll, we found him slowed away : among the casks for'ard and ten to one we'd never ha' twigged him at all, if the shippers dog hadn't sniffed him out and began barkin'. Siteh little mite as he is, too I could almost put him in my baccy-pounch, poor little beggar 1 but he looks to be a good plucked an for all that
 "I didn't wait to hear no more, but up on deck like sky-rocket and there did see sight, and no mistake. Every man-Jack of the crew, and what few passengers we had aboard, was all in ring on the fo'c'stle, and in the middle stood the furst-mate, lookin' as black as thunder. Right in front of him, lookin' Q reg'lar mite among all them big fellows, was a little bit of 8 lad not ten years old-ragged as scare crow, but with bright curly hair, and bonnie little face O his own, if he hadn't been so woful thin and pale. But, bless your soull to see the way that little chap held his head up, and looked about him, you'd ha' thought the whole ship belonged to him. The mate was great, hulkin' black-bearded feller, with look that 'ud ha' frighten- horse, and voice fit to make one jump through key-hole; but the young un nwarn't bit afeared-hestood straight up, and looked him full in the face with them bright clear eyes O hisn, for all the world as if he was Prince Halfred himself. Folks did say afterwards Towering his voice to a whisper as how he comed O better blood nor what he ought; and, for my part, I'm raythe1 O that way O thinkin' myself for never yet seen q common street Harat Gas they calls 'em now) carry it of like him. You might ha' heerd pin dror as the mate spoke.
 "'Well young whelp,' says he in his grimmest voice, whats brought 70, here?
 1t was my step-father as done it, says the boy in weak little voice, but as steady as could be. Fathers dead and mothers married again, and my new father says as how he won't have no brats about eatin' up his wages and he slowed me away when nobody warnt lookin', and guy me some gruf to keep me goin' for Q day or two till got to sea. He says I'm to go to Aun Jane at Halifax; and here's her ad dress.
 q And with that, he slips his hand into the breast of his shirt, and ou with scrap O paper, awful dirty ant crumpled up, but with the address ol it right enough.
 ss Veal believed every word ont, evel without the papsr; for his look, en'