The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1878-05-09

eyes my son." replied Tom, . great
swarthy, black-whlskered, fierce. look
ing, copper-coIored giant, IN tarry can
vas trousers and blue worsted guernsey
shirt-a tremendous fellow in his way
but with heart rs soft and tender As
that of his wife, whom he had Just adj
dressed in the popular fashion of his
part as "my son." Tom had just come
home from msckerel fishing off the
Scilly Isles. The take had only been
poor, for the wind had been unfavorabIe,
but the few hundred fish his lugger had
brought in were sold, and with . few
hake in his hand for private consump-
ton, Tom Trecarn had come home for
. good nights rest.
80 Tom," burst out his wife throwing
down that popular wind instrument
without which upon . grand scale no
fisherman's granite cottage is complete
30 Tom," said Mrs. Trecarn throw
ing down the bellows, there known as
the "Cornish organ"-"O Tom you're q
ruined man."
Not yet my son. replied Tom, stol-
cally; but If things don't mend, fishing
won't be worth the salt for score Of
pilchards.'
But Dan Pengelly's broken, Tom,'
sobbed Mrs. Trecarn.
Then we will get him mended, my
son., said Tom, kissing her.
How many fish had ye 2 sang voice
outside tho cottage, in the peculiar pleas
ant information common among the Cor
nish peasantry.
Thousand an half sang back Tom
to the inquiring neighbor.
where did you shoot, lad 2 sang the
voice again.
West of SciIly,. Eddard. Bad times !;
wind heavy, and there's four boats fish. ,
'Pengelly's got the bailiffs in, Thorn
as sang the neighbor, now thrusting
his head in at the door.
Sorry for him. sang Tom, preparing
for wash.
'AnG Pm sorry for you, Thomas,
sang the ncighbor.
'What for?' said Tom, stoically.
why, amt your craft in his store,
Tom p inquired the neighbor.
ooh, yes-every net,' sobbed Mrs.
Trecarn aud we're ruined. Eighty.
four pounds fifteen and seven pence, too,
those nets cost
But faint nothing to US, said Tom,
turning different color, IA an ordinary
man would turn pale.
why, your crafts seized too, lad |;
and yell Ioso it all cried the neighbor,
singing it right into tho great fellows
ear.
Down went the pitcher OF water upon
tho stone floor in q wreck Of potshreds,
and splash and crash went the stagger-
ing neighbor against the side table set
out with Mrs. Trecarn's ornaments, as
Tom rushed out of the house and up the
street to Daniel Pengelly's store.
Dan Pengeily's store was well known
building in Carnlyn, being long, low,
granite-built and shale rooted shed,
where many OF the fishermen ware
housed there herring and pilchard nets
during the mackerel scason-the mack.
erel nots taking turn to rest when dried,
on account of the pilchards making their
appearance off the shore of Monnt's bay.
For, as in patriarchal days mems wealth
was in 1ocks and herds, so here in these
primitive Cornish villages it is the am.
bition of most men to become the owner
of the red-sailed, fast-tacking luggers,
which, for some hitherto unexplained
phenomenon, sail like the boats of
every other f shing station-faster than
any vessel that plows the waves. Fail
ing to become the owner Of boat, the
next point is to be able to boast of hsv-
ing 80 many nets, many o rough-Iook-
ing, hard handed fishermen being per.
haps the possessor of couple or three
hundred pounds, worth bought or bred
(netted) by his wife and daughters.
To Dan Pengelly's store went Tom
Trecarn, to find there short. fresh.
celored, pudgy man leaning against one
Of the door posts, holding the long clay
pipe no smoked in one hand, and rub
bling his nose with the key he held in
the other.
Il want my nets out said Tom, com.
ing up as furions as bull. I've got
eighty pounds worth OF craft in here %
don't belong to tho Pengelly's.'
so have l.. growled couple Of the
group OF men lolling about and looking
on in the idle way peculiar to fishermen
when winds are favorable.
Cant help that said the man, ceas-
ing to rub his nose, and buttoning up
tho kcy in his pocket I'm in posses.
sion, and nothing can como ont Of here.
The goods are seized for debt
But l amt nothing to do with PEN
gelly's debts, said Tom. MY nets amt
going to pay for what he borrows. l
earned my craft with the sweat of my
brow, and they're only stored here like
those of other lads
Yes, my son-tis so, said one or two
Of the bystanders, clapping their hands
approvingly.
I've got nothing TO do with that, said
the man in possession the goods are
seized, and whatever's in Daniel PEN
gelly's store will DO sold il he don't pay |
up that's the law
do you mean TO tell me that the law |
rays you're to sell one mans goods to /
pay another mans debts 2 said Tom.
'fes, if they're OH the debtors prem
SEES, said the man, cody.
Then I'm blest if l believe il, cried |
Tom, furiously; and if you don't give
,p what belongs to me-
Here he strobe so furiously up to tho
)aiiitf that connie of hpofher 6shep