American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1877-12-01

and broke for the fo'c'sle. By Jove, l
didn't know what to make of it; began
to think there was some disease aboard,
some sort of a catching frenzy. l took
the helm again. But just as Twas won
dering whether would have to steer
the ship across the ocean myself, l
CHANGED to turn my eye windward, and
1 saw something. You must remember
that it was dusk, and in fact pretty dark
ish. Well, through that darkness 1 saw
a white object rise over the taffrail,
wave at me in threatening way, and
drop again as if into the sea. Now, l
never did believe in ghosts, never, even
in my childhood. But for one moment
I was thoroughly startled; thought the
drowned sailor was there. The next
moment the object rose again, and dis
covered what it was. 1t was not a
ghost, it was the cabin table-cloth. The
steward had hung it over the side to
dry, and the wind now and then lifted a
corner of it.
THE OTHER CAPTAINS BRIGAND STORY.
1t is a lovely country, the Mediter-
ranean shore, every spot of it,every mile
of it: Ever been thereP Isn't it a beau
tiful countryp If ever I get off duty I
mean to take trip to those regions ev-
ery winter on the vessels of our line.
Beautiful views every place you land at,
and plenty of fine fishing and shooting.
When l sailed there I used to go ashore
at every port, and stroll off into the
country with either my gun or my fish
ING tackle In the course of one of
those tramps, a few miles out of Messina,
1 had curious adventure. On coming
back from fishing bout 1 found myself
tired, and stopped at little wayside
tavern to take bottle of wine. There
l fell into conversation with an Italian,
a nice-looking fellow enough and very
pleasant in his manners. That man
spoke English as we'll as 1 did; he had
been in America, he said; learned his
English there. liked him so well that
1 gave him cigar, and then another,
and shared my wine with him. We were
sitting under the porch in front of the
tavern, and every thing around US was
pretty, and 1 had an agreeable half
hour. At last looked at my watch,
found it was getting late, and said /
must go.
"Let me see that WATCH" says the
Italian.
1 handed it to him; it was nice
watch; there is the very one now. He
looked at it, gave it back to me, smiled.
and said, &c If you hadn't been so polite
to me, would have taken that watch
away from you.''
Well, you see what my build is; can
stand pretty good tussle. smiled al
him, and said 1, 81 don't believe that
you could take that watch"
"Ah," says he, 81 wouldn't have
taken it; but I'll show you who would
With that he gave whistle; and upor
my soul and honor, if five or six armed
men didn't start up around us! two O.
them, if you'll believe it, from behind {
wall Just across the road. After he haC
let me look at them he gave anothel
whistle, and they all went to cover.
"Good evening, SIR" said he. ''Iwisl
you pleasant journey"
GOOD evening, sir" said l, ant
started for Messina.
THE NEGRO SAILORS STORY.
Wah, wah, wah! See that young III
tryin' to lift that anchorP That remind
me. Ny 1ttfo 5al Gee r.>ol- In tile fol
bouts big's a long-boat. "Oh, pa,
says she, 6 mayn't L have that rock t.
kerry home m build house with it
"Jes's lieve,'' says 1. Wah, wah
wah atlantic for December.