Middletown transcript., 1877-04-21
Selett STORY.
The Captain Of the CaribOO.

Like a great many other men SINH
larly fixed, BY reason of his wealth, old
Gatherem was as conceited as a college
graduate, as contrary as a drove OF
Kansas mules, and as proud as young
parson; and when in the fullness Of
time, Jack Furlaway, the captain of
The little brig Cariboo, asked bin for
tho hand Of bis daughter Jenny, old
Gatherem's face grew as red as the
good port wine be was in the habit Of
drinking, and nothing but Capt. Jacks
rather muscular appearance saved him
from being kicked across the street into
the bakers shop opposite
"What, sir, you-you. the captain OF
miserable little West India sugar
droghsr-marry my daughter Y
Certainly, sir Wouldn't think OF
taking her without marrying her, " said
Captain FurlaWay, coolly.
Old Gatherem rang the bell violent
", and ordered the servant to show
Jack the door.
Don't trouble yourself, Mr.. Ebo-
n.y." remarked our maritime friend,
piaeidly. 81 rather labor under the
delusion that can manage to find my
way out alone. Good-day, pa. Hope
to find you in a better humor some
other time. | won't object to Jenny on
account Of her near relatives"
But Jack departed rather ruefully for
all that, for bonny Jenny Gatherem
had gotten him fast tangled in her gol-
den brown hair, and it had been his
waking dream during many lonely
watch on deck, as the little clipper
Cariboo danced merrilY over the phos-
phoresceut waves Of Old Ocean, to
make her Mrs. Furlaway, and he had
even gone so far as to resolve to be
very dutiful and respectful sOn-in- law
to that disagreeabls old person, her
father.
Jenny met him around the corner.
like a faithful little sweetheart, and
Jack dolorously enough told her the
direfal result Of bis interview.
"Never mind, Jack, dear" said
Jenny, consOlingly. Something will
be certain to turn up more favorable
Wait patiently, and if the worst must
come, Why"
And the young damsePs eyes spark
led in a manner which prssaged no good
luck to the solid old person Of Boston.
So Captain Jack Furlaway squared
the yards Of bis skinner, the Cariboo,
for the West Indies, and by way of
giving vent to bis ill-feeling toward Mr..
Hezekiah Gatherem, carried sail on his
craft until the water rolled in torrents
over her sharp bows, and the old salts
wondered what the deuce had come over
the cold man" that be cracked on SO
much dimity. and. finally, settled down
into the belief thst be was racing for a
heavy bet with the famous Fiery Cross,
whose long black hull and towering pile
Of canvas had lain on their Windward
quarter longer than any ship had ever
yet succeeded 10 doing.
Much port wine, much conceit and
much bad temper had made old Gath
erem sick, and the learned leeches of
the Hub had advised a change Of air,
aud recommended the balmy atmosphere
Of the ever-faithful isle of Cuba, so that
cheerful old gentleman packed his
trunks, and, fearing some enterprising
young BostoDian might steal bis daugh-
ter while be was gone, also packed her
along, and took passage in the Al clip
per Skymme Mylke. a ship owned by
various piOus persons, and named by
them after their beloved pastor.
The Skymme Mylke doomed along at
a roaring gait, and soon the lights Of
Boston harbor we're far behind her.
The solid old party was very seasick,
and as he tried to heaye his boot-heels
upward be hove curses deep and wrath
ful at the doctors who had persuaded
him to trust himself to the uncertain
motions of sharp clipper diving into a
head sea-
Though the skymme Mylke was
owned BY persons of piety. and named
after person of sanctity, her master, I
Captain Ralph Rather. was by no means
inclined
No one ever knew whether Captain
Rather swore most or drank most.
AT any rate be drank enough to carry
sail until his ship opened seam, and
when he became conscious that he was
cracking it on a little too heavily, and
sndeavored to take in some of bis can
vas the gale saved him the trouble by
sending his masts over to the leeward,
md the gallant Skymme Mylks rolled
md pitched and foundered, opening
more seams, and commenced sinking
rapidly.
AT last down went the ship, and
Captain Ralph, with his sea-chcrubs
md the passengers, committed them
selves to the tender mercies Of a rickety
raft, with scant provisions and water,
md, for week or more, they scanned
The lonely sea with anxious eyes for
delivering sail.
Jenny bore up bravelY. as women
generally do; but her grumpy old pa
rent had ceased to be solid, and the
lamentations of Jeremiah we're as
sephyrs compared to those be sent howl
ng through the atmosphere
He vowed bed give his whole fortune ,
10 the captain who would rescue him
ind as a sea would wash over him, be
,wore he'd add himself to the bargain.
md wait upon his deliversr as a servant
Turing the remainder of his natural life
At last, one day a white spot not
arger than a seagulrs wing appeared
IN the horizon, and soon the royal of a
Iquars rigger could be seen, and then
me sail after another rose out Of the
iea with wonderful rapidity.
"That's a skinner" said Captain
Ralph
"That's an angel, sir. said old Gath
rem.