The New York herald., 1877-01-14
THE IRISH CASTAWAYS.

AN EMDELLIsHED STORY OF THE ADVENTURE
OF THE HOOKER ST. PATRICK IN UNvAR-
NIsHED ENGLIsH-sMITH's NIGHTMARE on
LOVE AND MoRAN's RAW POTATO.
s.The grace O. God was wild us, said old Patrick
Moran Yesterday after be had finished telling the story
OF his thrilling adventure the hooker ST. Patrick
.When lift America i've and twinty years ago sorrs
one o. me thought IT'S this way I'D be comm oach
again. It's hard telin' whatl como 10 man afore
he dies, and the old shook his head in 'wirra
wirra" way.
ADRIpr IN Mp-ocEAx--ruE ANCIENT MARINERS TALE
AS the complete story of the adventure OF Moran und
his companions has yet been told 1t may be well
just here give in full as IL fell from lhe lips OF the
Galway ancient mariner yesterday. The old man waa
sitting low stool the bright fire OF his board
ing house. in Hamilton street, when the reporter met
him. The dreadful ordeal through which lie has 80 re.
Gently passed has left It's mark, and old Moran 10
now indeed, a wreck During tho four days OF ex.
posure of the Irish he contracted severe cold
ON the lungs, and he coughs most violently In
bong transferred from the hooker 10 the Swedish
bark Gorgian hit against the rail and injured
s.nside, his expresses H. When the reporter
accosted the old he expressed great delight and
began talk about the folk OF Caddagh Elcitipg no
very intelligent response from the scribe the old man
shaded his eyes with his haEd alter the fashion OF
Mr. E. Arden under the palm tree and after search.
ing look said, with q show OF irritation, 'Hang IT,
man, thought you were from Galway" After the
isappon OF this cruel revelation nad passed OIL
the old man again became communicative ana as
token OF gooa feeling offered he reporter the calumet
OF peace The reporter declined the dhudeen ana he
old began the recital ol the adventure on tue ST.
Patrick
ST. PATRICK SEA.
"rhe first night we wur outn he began, ''ths
weather was always good, and set the nets near
slime Head Tnat was ON The iurth OF Novimbor, aud
ri anna utU " ~.
always from the east. We tired ~ work back sgin,
but always the wind thrun us out TO the wist We lei
go the mansail, and she wint afore The wind via
coube reef her fo'sa. We cudint git sight or sign
o. the sum- and sailin iornnt the wind always TO
the west. The second night we saw plnty lights, bus
ihoy was jack O. lanterns, and KEN to draw us out
into the The third day the sea was SO nigh
and We were kilt balm her out.
had vpan and young Smith had
night we was all huggin' unonother be the way we'd
get warm. On the mornin OF the fourth day-G0d
bless the light tnat brought tive saw bark and
Here the reporter questioned the old to what
he had eaten during the four days. and the story
| tinued
s.We had pyaties and fish, but tho Ere was put out
be the water and we cuddint cook thim tried raw
one, but shure raw pyatcs Is no atm Tor workin
man. We wur furnished, and sorra one o. me knows
what nd a happined II we didn't meet tho BARK You
wur akin about me brother aud now he was KIT We
| dunna where wint We all toll asleep Tor want VI
sleep, and when woke he wasn't aboard the boat.
|
swEDR FROM DUBLIN.
| Just the old had arrived at this very PROB
able conclusion Mchaoi Moran and Michael smith, the
otncr two survivors OF the crew OF the ST. Patrick,
came The story Vi Tho lie Of he party
while on the Swedish bark was then entere0 upon BY
| ola Moran ana he spoke IN warm terms OF the KIND.
! ness oi Captain Olsen, ofth Gorgan Whie Engaged
| IA this work OF gratitude AOrap tho younger aged
forty-tve cnimed WITH "fhats SO, father; ne was
kind hearted think he was reared In Dublin }"
A cLoUDED HONEYMOON
Smith, who Is a comcy young man about nineteen,
and VINO married about two months Uetore he lct
Ireland, here asked the reporter with much embar-
rassmcnt
'Do ye think Ill they lit me 60 home on the satur-
! day steamer Y'
sWhv Thin bad cess to you Michael it's bad you
| can't hop to Ireland widout steamer" sad
young Moran. ''Maybc lh'ould woman has me-
| man agin this.
Michael blushed twirled his hat In his hands, looked
ut the foor and seemed the picture Of om0arraas-
meat
NIGHTMARE LOVE.
! This gave the native humor oil old Moran sn oppor.
tunty display itseIi Said he, That same LAD hcre
Is OF his mind about gurl at home. A. nigh',
aboard barK he III shout out Tor Mary Aun ~ LOUD
wake himself, but he'd wake US all always Ons
night, am he dreamin away, about his own
Mary Ann ! coddint stand the nolse e
OF him, gave him clous
aud woke him up Says /, Michael, you know the
ouid woman is alive so what the dvIl are you whining
more are you axinS' AM then ne gave grunt aud
turned over am begin to howl aRin He's afcard some
Of the lads In Claddagh Will be wakin' Oh with
bis own Mary Ann; but the divil fear"
This last remark was delivered with peculiar irish
drawi, and seemed 10 make Michael nervous.
HIS anxiety will be over, 'or he sailed yester-
for the .oud dart where he intcnds 70 continue the
honeymoon SO rudely broken OIL