Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-08-28

dying! The tempest. know, is over,
SO is that other tempest in my breast!
This ship has long been tossed and
beaten about by the fury of the waves,
but it has been sunshine and calm COM
pared with that tempest, Captain! But
it is all over now for l have forgiven
him-he has long toen in the grave
but have forgiven himr
My grandfather thought he was de-
lirious; but second look at the deep
intelligence of his eye, and the smiling
calmneSs of his features forbade the
conclusion. He gazed at him mo-
ment with mingled compassion and Gu
riosity, anxious to learn something of
history, the closing scene of which
was so dark and mysterious, but un-
willing TO ask it. His look was inter-
preted, and the stranger continued:
81 told you l was sailor. OF thirty
five years i have not spent one upon
the land. But this was not my choice.
Like ship, Captain, my supports were
knocked from under me, and was
launched upon the ocean. My father
was an English merchant in Cadiz, ex-
tensively engaged in navigation. He
lavishly provided for my education.
Having traversed the halls of science,
left Oxford and returned to Spain at
the age of twenty. This first year of
my freedom from school | spent in
rambling over the mountains of that
enchanted country. In deep inland
dell, shut out from the world, where
the earth was always green and the
sky always blue, | met, one day a
beautiful young shepherdess and
loved her.
Il will not describe her charms,
Captain, for you have been young, and
heart that has loved needs not to be
told that to the eye of true affection its
object has no defects.
my father learned my secret-but
knew it not. l had a lifelong secret
afterward which he never learned! He
came to me one morning, smiled, and
said:
"'My son, do you want to 90 to
Cuba?'
Il eagerly answered in the afiirma-
tive; for it had been a cherished but
hitherto forbidden passion with me to
travel.
"'One of my vessels sails to-mor-
lON, HC odlus huo JOu SOs
"Tais short interview allowed me no
time to bid farewell to my shepherdess,
who was fifty miles distant, nor even
to inform her of my departure, but 1
said, aloud: III soon be back. and
many other consultations Whispered to
my heart the next day while bounding
over the Atlantic.
''The ship arrived in good time at
Havana, discharged her cargo, reload
ed and sailed for-Calcutta! was a
prisoner on my fathers ship! and for
five long years ] was kept from home
as if all the waters of the ocean could
wash out my love!
81 escaped at length from the prison
ship, while lying at Rio, and took pas
sage in French bark for the Gaudal-
culver. No circumnavigation of the
globe was ever so long as that voyage.
| strained my eyes everyday watching
for Gibraltar, which knew was thou
sands of miles off, and every night /
dreamed of mountain rivulets, snowy
flOcks, and Ina.
Arriving at last at Seville, / has
tened over the Nevada, and sought the
sunny dell where my affections had so
long nestled, and there found that the
idol of my heart was the wife of an
Andalusian shepherd! She had been
told that | had deserted her, and after
ward that | was dead. / did not weep,
for my heart was turned To stone. My
father said |, shall never know of his
victory? | did not 90 to see him; it
was wicked, | know, but burning with
the spirit of revenge, turned again to
the sea, and never saw him more. /
am faint, Captain, and can not prolong
my tale. In six months l was master