The Red Cloud chief., 1877-11-29

To rest In the quiet sod.
And 60 with thee TO tie spirit land.
To my Father an my God!
THE GIRL MUTINEER.
Toward the close of an October day in
1777, a vessel sailing In asOuth.westerly
direction crossed the fl fty degree
of north longitude. Her keel plOwed
the waves of the North Atlantic, and
her destination seemed to be the Azores.
She was sailing before a strong wind,
and the arrangement of her sails indi.
Gated flight. If flight, from whom 4?
The naked eye could perceive no pur-
suer on the bosom of the ocean; but the
sea-glasses, leveled by a number of Brit.
ish officers, who graced the clean decks,
revealed a dark speck on the watery
rim of the Northern horizon.
This distant object OccasiOned no lit
tie anxiety among the oficers.sA silence
which had reigned among them for
many moments was suddenly broken by
q man whose bearing might have pro
claimed him an English Admiral.
"Hestill follows" were the words that
fell from his lips; "but by the help Of
Neptune we'll Outsail him in the night"
Though the officer spoke with much
assurance, there lurked in his tongue a
latent fear which his companions de-
tected and exchanged significant glances
Over the face of the deep, night was
setting, and the vessel kept straight be-
fore the wind, to the joy of its CON-
mander who had lately spoken. The
shadows gradually yelled the far. away
pursuer from sight, and when the Off
GERS separated, expressions of triumph
were on their lips.
The British vessel was thelMeteOr. Q
fast sailer, whose armament consisted
of twenty-eight guns. She Vas a we'll
built double decker, and had seen much
service in the war which had ragged al
most three years between Great Britain
and her American colonies. Her speed
and her formidable armament had made
her Il terror to American vessels in
European waters. Her commander. a
sea-bOrn Englishman, named GuilderOy,
wa an officer of undOubted courage and
cunning. to which he added a vindic-
tiveness that rendered him obnoxious to
many of his own crew.
The Meteor was flying from a new and
very formidable fOe-flying with a hold
filled with booty. On neday preceding
the n that had just closed upon her in
flight, she had captured an American
cruiser, after a spirited contest. The
prize had proved one of value, and Cap
tain GuilderOy did not wish to risk an
engagement with the vessel following
In his wake.
Captain C%Onyngham, the purser, was
a second Paul Jones. He was one of
the most daring spirits of our then in
FAINT navy, and his name had become a
terror along the coast of England. He
pursued and captured anumber of Brit
ish ships, which he either burnt or sent
into friendly ports; and when he de-
serted the Meteor, fresh from her vic
tory. he hesitated not to crowd all sail
and give chase.
There were men on the decks of the
Revenge. as Conyngham's vessel was
appropriately named, who watched the
flying Englishman. Much speculation
concerning the result of the chase ran
through the several groups, and Conyng.
ham smiled when he turned to reply to
the words of a youthful lieutenant who
stood baside him, sea-glass in hand.
I'VE can outsail her, Gilbert" the
American captain said, with emphasis.
This wind favors both of us alike, and
in the calm that will soon prevail, she
must lay by till day"
The young officer turned from his cap
tain, and again his eyes were strained to
make out the form of the ship rapidly
disappearing among the now prevailing
shadows.
COnyngham did not return the glass,
but watched the face of his youthful
companion.
Il am confident that MiB Temple b
on board of the Englishman.. he said,
at last.
"Of course she isl" exclaimed the
lieutenant with aflush. Il know that
she was on board the Mischief when it
fell into the MeteOr's hands, and I am
satisfied that she still remains a pris-
Oner."
The fairest prize old Guilderoy has
captured in many q long day ?" remark
ed ~Conyngham, with a laugh at the
~lieutenant's smile. and the fash that
lighted up the depths of his anxious
eyes.
The conversation ws interrupted by
an unexpected veel- ing of the wind
that paled the cheeks of the numerous
watchers on the deck, and the officers
separated.
Now. having learned something of the
MeteOrs pursuer, let us return to the
English vessel.
The calm prophesied by the Ameri-
can captain fell upon the ocean shortly
after the descent of darkness. It wor-
ried Guilderoy, and he held frequent