The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-07-16
table, and the galley tea-kettle stood on a
plate alongside Of it. Altogether my

table, and the galley tea kettle stood on a
plate alongside of it. Altogether my
passenger was making himself at home
n free and-easy way, indeed.
"He was about three.quarters drunk,
bnt apart from that was Il queer look
ing young fellow fora sainisters son.
He was clean shaved, but had avery dark
jaw from his dark beard. his face was a
peculiar one, good-looking enough, but
with eyes close together, and very restless
and shifty. Altogether, he had very
cunning, flash look, and said to myself
"Well if I am not much mistaken,
you're like most ministers sons-a tolera-,
bic hard case" He wore plain black
broad-cloth suit, new and shiny, carried a
watch and heavy gold chain, had a
woman's cluster diamond ring on his fin
ger and fancy blue necktie with flowers
, worked in colored silks on the ends,
around his neck. My mate sat drinking
with him. When came into the cabin
he looked over his shoulder, and the
mate said: 'sThat's Captain Bryant !"
He put out his hand, and said; "How
are you, Captain? I've been waiting for
you ever since nine o'clock. But it's bet
ter late than never, eh, old boy?"
eve sat talking till late, and the more
led. tried hard to pump him, but it
was emphatically no go. He spoke Of
nothing but horse races, politics., faro
banks ana women and reeled off all sorts
Of loud stories like breeze He was a
good talker, and told story pretty well.
We got along first-rate together. Once
asked him something about his father the
minister. He laughed and passed it off
with a joke. From his style, and the way
he talked about omen, thought he
was in trouble with some girl, and was
clearing out of New York to escape her.
It wasn't the first time I had carried such
passengers. -
"He woke as early as as / did. We got
a tug at daylight. While we were casting
off pilot came on board. According to
law you have to pay pilot whether you
use him or not. Acting on Murray's or
der, told this one + didn't Want him.
He had his bill already made out, and I
took it down into the cabin to sign.
When came up Campbell was talking
to him. He offered him drink and the
pilot took it. 1t never struck me till long
afterward that Campbell was doing the
very thing that Murray wanted him to
avoid, letting himself be seen by people
who might recognize him. Altogether,
though, he seemed very careless and un-
concerned. There was something wrong
in the machinery of the tug, and we lay
three-quarters OF an hour alongside the
dock, with a crowd of people watching
us There were two policemen among
them. Campbell stayed on deck all the
work.
81 call HIM Campbell, because 1t WASH t
till months afterward that I found out
that my minister's son was William j
Sharkey, who was being hunted like fox
all the time he was laying off on the
Frank Atwood, as calm as if he had never
even dreamed of such words as murder or
the gallows. And the person who dis,
closed his identity to me was the pilot
with whom he had hobnobbed The pilot
had been struck by something in his ap-
pearance, and after going ashore pot hold
OF picture of Sharkey, and fully iden.
titled him. By that time, though, we
we're outside of Sandy Hook, and he
couldn't have overhauled US even if he
| had wanted. hich he said he didn e
'Mr. Frank Campbell or Shar ey, as ]
may as well call him, wasn't near as
agreeable an acquaintance when we got
to sea as he was before starting. He was
what might be called decidedly fresh,
and if there's any thing sailor hates it
is passenger of that sort. From morn
ing till night he was constantly poking
about, interfering with the men and mud
ding things up generally. He dram
hard all the time. I expostutated more
than once, but 1t done no good. At last
things got so bad that the men began to
notice it. They saw how careless Shark
ey was of all said, and began to think
they ought to be insolent too. Six days
out things about came to climax, and /
made up my mind to show Mr.. Shalkey
that was master Of my own ship. At
dinnel, the COOK, the same old Sam Who
cooked for Tweed nearly three years af-
terward, brought in dish. Of SQUASH
They were not we'll mashed, and when
sharkey came to help himself he flew in
to a passion at the Jumps. You black
scorpion, said he, what do you call thisl
Mashed squash or cobble stones?
4''You kin call it whatever you please,
massa, answered the darkey, innocently?
"'Oh! can, can I, you blasted. i'm
pudent hound? Well, call it plaster fol-
ippy nigger's head. Them
And he took the Dish by the bottom
and smashed it in the cooks face The
heavy stone china broke and cut the poor
fellows face fearfully, while the piping
hot squash plastered all over, blisterine
wherever it touched. 1t was the mos1
brutal and cruel thing ever saw done
and I've seen a good many. Sam gave an
rneartnly yell, and jumped for the deck
leaving a trail IF bloed behind him
Sharky wi ped his fingers on the table.
cloth, and laid back and laughed his
peculiar, nasty, 10 ), harsh laugh.
"He didn't laugh long, however, I car
tell you. AS soon as got over my as
tonishment I jumped up and said What
do you mean by that? How dare you
strike one of my men2'
I'll strike you if you banker after it
much, says lie turning white with rage
and with his eyes swapping
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