The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-03-13
' The watch isn't out yet" replied the

1no Watcn lsh I OUT yet, EepueQ the
mate.
In the meantime the sail was Tapping,
and two men ran out to stow it. When
q large portion of the sail hsd been
taken off the ship, eight bells struck,
and the larboard watch prepared to go
below.
Bolton isn't at the helm," said TIE
mate to one of the sailors; "you viii
have to take it."
!" But" objected the other, "it is his
helm, and he ought to go there"
The mate gave 8 perceptible start
seemed for s moment confused and said f:
Yes, yes, Of course-where can that
fellow be 2''
The second mate came up and took
charge of the starboard watch, while the
mate went below. On hearing that
ordered strict search to be made for
him.
He's gone overheard, of course, %
said an old sailor.
'' Why do you think 50 ?"
Because he was the first man on the
deck when Mr.. B. called the watch"
What did Mr.. B. call the watch ?''
demanded the second mate.
" Yes, Sir.
"And Bolton came up first I should
think that Mr.. B. must have seen him go
overheard"
g Or heard him yeII,' added the tar.
No more was said at the time but it
was afterward a saying among the sailors
that if Bolton had not been so great a
favorite of the first mate, they should
have believed that the latter had thrown
him overheard. But what is the life of
a friendless, unknown sailor There's
nothing wonderful in poor tar being
forgotten by every one."
"Well," said one or two of US who were
comparatively sober, " where's the point
of your yarn, Gaspard There's nothing
wonderful in poor tar being forgotten
by every one"
The Spaniard's face was dreadfully
flushed, and his eyes were flaming.
Suddenly he half screamed, more as if
4orced to speak than as if the revelation
came from him of his own accord.
"Nol nop calculated he, wildly.
" Every one did not forgeti The muir
dered youth was never, never, never to
be forgotten by one-one man on board
that crsft-he who flung that unhappy
lad into the sea i'
We leaped to our feet, in apprehension
of what was to follow.
CT was the first mate, Birbeak I,
Gaspard, Manuelo, what name you
please I slew him He knew that
great secret of mine When q schoolboy
he saw NE from the housetop, on the
top gallant yard of a brig, in company
with q seaman. He saw us quarreling,
and he saw me knock poor Charley (for
that was his nancy off the yard.
Charley's brains we're dashed out when
he struck that deck, and swOre that his
fall was accidental. The knowledge OF
this secret saved Bolton from fogging
but it was too dangerous a secret for me
it placed me in the power of this Bolton
as long as he lived. I resolved to put
him out of the way on the first opp0x-
tunity, and the better to conceal my
purpose, [ pretended to be very much
his friend. After I threw him overheard
I could hear his cries mingling with the
shrek of the tempest, and I was much
surprised that others did not hear them
too. Oh, God hear them noWI u
So screaming, he tried to spring ur
from the cask he sat astride of, but hi;
dizzied brain mystified his vision, and
he fell to the ground on the ruins of the
goblet he had fourished so recklessly
awhile before. And we picked him VI
| dead-ay, dead as the victim CT his malice
so long ago overwhelmed, who had per
ished because he knew so much of the
crimes of the wearer of the Red Jacket