The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-02-26

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more superstitious part of our crew
would rather hpve borne his tyrannica1
treatment than have lived in haunted
ship, while some of ..us welcomed a
firm friend in this unaccountable
spiritual presence, or whatever it
might be.
The captains angry passions were to
some extent checked by it; though,
now and then, they broke forth so sud
denly that the object of his fury re-
ceived blow before it could interfere.
We had arrived within couple of days
sail of the English cost, when, becom-
Hastings, he hurled Delaying pin,
which struck him on the head. The
poor fellow suddenly clapped both
hands to the spot, with wild yell, and
rushed into the forecastle. The cap
tain, after having thrown the missile,
appeared, as thought, surprised at not
hearing anything, and I noticed him
glance nervously aloft. But, still hear
ing nothing, he recovered his courage,
and ordered Mr.. Raynor to "call that
man on deck again"
The mate, getting no answer to his
call, went below, and found Hastings
delirious. He reported that he believed
the man to be in critical condition,
whatever he thought best for his relief.
think Captain Phelps, like some other
hard cases that L have sailed with, did
not dare to venture into the forecastle
himself, for fear he might never get out
again alive. J
That night, it became necessary to
call all hands out to reef again; and
while we were on the yards, thrilling
cry arose from the bows, such as might
well have been raised by maniac. A
human form was seen by several of us
erect on the rail, near the fore-swifter,
and then loud splash was heard in the
water under our lee.
Mr.. Raynor and the captain, who
were on deck, rushed to the side; hat
was seen for moment, bobbing up on
| the crest of sea, and the same dread
full yell of insanity was repeated, even
more shrin than before. Captain Phelps
echoed the cry, but family, and fell in
sensible to the deck.
Mr.. Raynor hailed us on the top-sail
yard with voice like trumpet blast
Lay down from aloft Clear away the
small boatr'
We thought the mate was quite as
mad as the poor suicide and SO he was,
for the moment. By the time we
reached the deck, he was ready to
| was hidden in darkness, the wind and
sea fast increasing and it was hardly
| possible, even then, for the clumsy lit
tie boat to live. The captain, still un-
conscious was carried below, with many
a muttered wish that he might never
come up again and bitter were the
| oaths of vengeance, mingled with kind
| words and tears for our departed mess-
mate, that went round our wakeful
little circle during the stormy, dismal
| night.
When the Hull pilot boarded us,
| forty-eight hours afterward, Captain
Phelps was at his post, trying to look
like himself, but still pale and trem-
bling. The mate had told us that he
should have him arrested as soon as
we arrived in port. But I think he
must have relented, and connived at
the ship was fairy secured. / dom t
think he was ever brought to justice,
though did not wait to see. I was
glad enough to shake the dust of the
Norway off my feet, and to forget, If
possible, the history of the voyage.
But often found myself, while on
subsequent voyages, puzzling my brain
to account for the strange phenomena
of which I have spoken. Five years
passed away, and I was none the wiser
in that respect, when found myself in
Liverpool, where [ arrived from 9
South American voyage, and been paid
off with fifty pounds considerable
sum for me to have in possession at one
time.
Strolling along the streets at early
evening, ready for anything in the way
of amusement that might turn up, MI
| attention was caught by a poster, an
nouncing the performance of 'tProfes 't
sor Holbrook, the unrivaled and world
renowned ventriloquist." had never
seen a performance of that sort; bu
after reading the bill, resolved to go
J was just in time when / reached tn,
hall of exhibition and taking ticket
/ entered, and took seat. I though
the Professors entertainment the mos
wonderful thing had ever witnessed
, or heard. After a variety of sound
and voices had been initiated with mar
velous skill, he informed us that h,
/ would hold a conversation with al
imaginary person up the chimney
When the responsive Ha, ha I" cam,
: down, was startled to such o degree
as to rise from my seat. It was tn
same voice, in precisely the sam
{ peculiar tones that I had heard so man,
} times from the Norway's maiHtop!
a minute 1AI0F, GQe PROFESSOR, QAV1nI
, finished his part, came forward to tn
front of the stage; and spite of hi
| flowing beard and other DISCUSSES,
recognized one whom had supposed T.
be dead five years before.
+ 'tJack Hastings" said aloud, for
, getting in my excitement where was
g Sit down r. Put him out rs erie
{ dozen voices at once,
I subsided, of course, but not befor
I had received a sign of recognitio
/ from the ventriloquist. When the pei
formance was over he beckoned to mt
> and in the privacy of his own room
grasped my hand with hearty pre-
I sure.
. g Hastings" I asked, !" how, ia th
3 name of miracles were you saved ?''
ssSaved Where ?"
ts When you jumped overheard, ra,
5 ing mad.
He laughed-his own natural, heart
! laugh; net the unearthly one whic
r he sent down from chimneys and mas
: heads.
"I never jumped overheard, Ashton,
!. said he, "and / never was any moi
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