The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-05-06
THE DAILY STAR
THE YELLOW SHAWL.

During the old French war my grea
dncle's brother-in-law's sisters husband
was carried off by the press-gang OF
board his. Britannia Majesty's frigatt
Belphegor. Before he had been a weel
at sea, he tumbled by chance out Of til,
nizzen-rigging, and might have hur
himself badly had he not, by mercifu
luck, fallen upon the first lieutenant
fat, elshlony sort of gentleman.
The lieutenant, instead of being
pleased at having been the means of say.
ing the poor fellows life, was unreason-
ably angry, and roared out: "Where do
You come from, you villsing'
To which my kinsman, who is always
4 well-mannered lad, answered gravely,
as be pulled his foreclock:
'From the North of Ireland, if you
please, sir"
Now, that is just where I come from;
and if you wish to know more, | viii tell
you that my name is Peter McNulty,
and that am native of the County
Donegal, where l was brought up as a
fisherman; but as for my politics,
whether Orange or Green, that's secret
between me and the, editor, and has
nothing to do with the story he asked
me to tell you, which. as you see, is
about different color altogether. l
said he might print it, provided he took
oil the Paddy language out of it, and
made it read just like tale out of
book. So heregoes s
One fine summers day, some FIVE or
six years back, as me and my brothers
were busy getting our nets aboard, there
came down to the beach a young gentle
man, who asked leave to 60 for cruise
with us. He was a tail, thin young man,
with pale face and hollow cheeks; there
was a tuft of hair on his chin as big as a
nannygoats's beard, and he spoke
through his nose in q curious sort of
sing-song way.
He was college student, he told us,
and sitting poring over his books had
hurt his health; SO he wanted to get all
the fresh air he could, and he thought
the best air he had ever set eyes Oh (the
editor says that's bully was the air of
the County Donegal. My brother Tom,
VINO pretends to have seen the world,
whispered me that he was most likely an
Oxford or Cambridge gentleman, for
that he hadn't the Trinity Dnblin cut
about him at all.
The young man overheard us talking
and said with laugh that he wasn't an
but Few Englander, and
that he came from part of America
called Massachusetts.
Well, he not only took that trip with
rs, but twenty trips or more. He be-
:ame quite skillful fisherman; could
lake an oar, or lower sail, and haul up
! net just like one of ourselves. We all
grew to be very fond of him; besides we
we're proud to see how well the Donegal
air agreed with him.
His chest filled ont, the color came
into his cheeks; his own mother would
carce have known him, he got so stout
md rosy. Then he grew to be very fond
f us, myself in particular; and many's
he time he had said to me, half Joking,
lalf serious:
"Peter, shan't part with you till
Ve'Ve made a voyage around the world
ogether."
Winter came on; the weather was
old aud stormy and fishing very slack.
he young American gave mp going out
nth the boat; bat he often came down
0 our cottage Il refuse to let you call it
cabin to spin yarn with us, and
Tipped many a sly shilling into little
lister Kate's hand, for he could see how
'inehed we were.
One morning as Tom and me and the
est of us-for there's close on a dozen
# us altogether-were sitting eating our
'otatoes and buttermilk, and wishing
he fish thathung i'm the chimney wasn't
vanted for dinner, in walked Mr.. Ray
nond and cheerfully bade my mother,
rho sat in a corner mending Toms sea-
oots, "Good-morning." He had a spy-
lass in his hand, and seemed excited.
'Taip't often, I guess, Peter" he says,
you see ship that size in Innisgannon
arborY IVY
"No, sir" answers Tom (though he's
'ounger than me, Tom always takes the .
'ords out of my mouth) enc, sir, and she
ooks like countryman of yours" II
"You're right" says Mr.. Raymond.
Take the spy-glass, and read what's
VrOte on her stern." IL
So Tom boggled out, after five minutes
= more-for he's but poor scholar, in |
pite of his boasting: "The Jared Sparks {
t New Bedford, Massachusetts," 1s
"Right again." says the American. S
And now, lads, make haste with yourl
reakfast; 1 want you to row me aboard"
The Jared Sparks was smart-looking
raft enough, but she smelt so strong Of s
sh-oil that she nearly turned my stom- {
ch. / soon found out the reason-she /
Las a whaler. -. ....s
Presently the captain and Mr.. Raw I
,ond, who had been having long pa
.ver together in the cabin, came on g
eek. ~ r.
"Short-handed, are youg' says Mr. 5
.aymond. ."Wel, there's three prime i
ands for YOU" pointing to me and Tom I
nd Andrew, who all opened our mouths
,ide with wonder as soon as we heard b
his.
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