The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-09-25

you care 10 listen 10 lb'
OF course / did, and Captain Crosby,
who was always ready with story, pro-
ceeded to relate how the queer shoes
came into his possession.
\
When | was mate of the Ambuscade,
we made our last port at Sydney, before
starting for home. 1t was rather an un-
common thing at that date for Amerl-
can whalers to visit that place, as the
port charges and other expenses were
high, and ours was the only American
ship in the port. Nearly all our crew,
being men who had shipped with us by
the cruise, took their discharge here, and
went ashore to squander their hard earn
ings as rapidly as might be. The third
mate was the only officer beside myself
belonging to the ship, and he and l had
the whole care upon us, one of us going
ashore every night, while the other
staid on board, thus attending to the
duty alternately, and doing what little
was to be done with the help of the four
or five voyagers who had stuck by the
ship and meant to go home in her. The
captain of course took rowing commits
sion rs soon as the anchor was down,
and went and came as he chose, spend
ing most of his time on shore.
There were several large English YES
sells lying at anchor in the port, loading
wool and hides, and of course i formed
acquaintance with the officers of these
ships, for want of any suitable compan-
ions from my own country. One eve
ming, when it was my turn on shore, l
fell in with Broughton, the mate Of the
st. George, and we went to take drink
together at little public house near the
landing.
This, like all English public houses,
had sign, representing in this instance
u sailor throwing his hat aloft, and kick
ing up his heels in highly enviable
state of merriment, and was known as
"The Jolly Tar" 1t was kept by one
Hiram Levy, a lean and hungry looking
Jew, who bore as much resemblance to
the regular typical or ideal landlord as
he did to the jolly mariner painted on
his sign. However the stand was n
good one, and, from its situation at the
head of navigation, the house appeared
to do good business.
We were received with agrinning well
come by the obsequious Hiram, and, as
neither of us cared to indulge much in
fiery liquors, we ordered bottle of light
wine, which was brought to us in lit
tie apartment just off the bar-room. The
door of this side room stood open, but
curiosity was baffled by hanging screen
of cloth, to be easily pushed aside in
passing through, and which hung down
to within about two feet of the floor.
While we sat at the little table, chatting
and drinking our wine, some one came
into the bar, and called for glass of
rum in a gruff voice. GLANCED toward
the screened door, and saw below the
screen this pair of brogans, and few
inches of legs clothed in thick woolen
trousers, such as any sailor might be
likely to wear. But the brogans were
something quite out of the common
course. Their size was remarkable, and
their build peculiar. Then, too, the bro
gans themselves were the picture which
nearly filed the frame. Had seen the
whole man, might not have noticed
any one part in particular.
"Good stuff that" said the owner of
the gruff voice, as he threw the coin on
the counter in payment.
Yes" assented Hiram. 1--WE calls
it preety goot."
81 want a bit of tobaccy," said the
rough voice again.
Here you are-very nice. s'pose
you be good judge. Come from Ameri-
can shipgn
No, belong to the wool-droughter,
the st. George"
/" He lies," whispered Broughton to
me. "There's no such voice as that
among my crew.
He took a step from his chair, and
pulled aside the screen with his hand,
but the brogans were clumping across
the floor, and we had only rear view of
the stranger going out at the street door,
Hiram, who is that chap ?'' he ask
ed, abruptly.
" i don't know" answered the land
lord. 4" He says he belongs to the st.
George"
swell he doesen't, for 1 ought to
know my own crew, suppose"
"Vell, / don't know. It's none of