The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1883-03-01

1t was astonishing how we'll jim haC
nearly always succeeded in making his
pantomlmc eyolutions ineligible to the
crews OF foreign ships. With "Tallyans'
he had seldom experienced much diff
Guilty, and his system, after all, was not
so confusing as it will probably seem t
those who have no acquaintance with af-
fairs of the sea.
u know plenty" exclaimed jim, al
most breathless after his dumb bell eXer-
else. Il knows plenty, Captano." All
ready the thought Of his approaching
visit to the foreign ship compelled him
to address the master of the pilot cutter
in 'the lingo" as Jim called it. Jim's
professional comrades held very poor
opinion of Rossiter the pilot, but they
stood in awe of Rossiter the linguist.
AS the pilot cutter was manWuvering to
get alongside the Italian bark in order to
put the Waterford guide, philosopher and
friend on board, the wind had been grad
ually Veering round to the north, ard
when jim had been duly hoisted upon
the strange vessels decks strong north
erly breeze was whistling through the
cordage.
The Italian shipmaster, stout, fat,
cAcitable looking young man, was stand
ing on the quarter deck close to the
wheel.
1t were best to give the record of Jim's
adventure in his own words
Al goes up to him, and says |, with a
bow, 'Capitano, where's shirpo bound
to 4 but the dickens a bit OF the ouId
dago-an' he wasn't ould aither, but a
stout, oily faced ungster-understoo
me. felt myself in fix then, but |
know how to dale with them ignorant
furriners, that don't know a word of
plain English no more than a Iottentot,
as we'll as any pilot under the sun.
'B0undo WatertOrdo ? shouts at him
thinkjn he might be hard of hearing. He
starts back and shakes his head. Then
pauses an refecks, an it sthruck HE
he was almost sartin to be bound for
Queenstown or Falmouth.
QueenstoNn0 I! | shouts agen. Isl,
81, Ae cries, running up an down the
quarter deck like Gagged monkey. i
think ! understand you now, me curly
beaded bucko,' says |. 'Fillo tllon |
baWls at him, pointing to the canvas
fist to his mouth an makes some remark
in his own gibberish, an about twenty
hands were scrambln' up the rattlins
while you'd be aNing for the loan Of a
sack. An then | marks the cOOrse for
'em 10y the compassion and by west.
"Got d charto, Capitano ?' ] axes; an
he seemed to understand that, for he
goes 70 the companion and beckonS to
me to follow him down to the cabin and
there | sees the cause of the throuble,
and pom Inc song, it sent a cold thrill
through Inc ould bones A chart was
spread out on the cabin table, and the
rats Wer atther atm the whole Irish coast
cane out of it.
'Tare an GUNS, Capitano says we
are all losto, losto" He shakes bis head
at me, as much as to say, True for YOU,
Jim me boy but | thought to myself
then that it was the best Of me play to
put bould front on, an as we were
scuddin away from the land with q fine
nOrtherly breeze, the deuce much harm
could come to us for a few days at any
rate. no bono, no bono, says 'but
Inn the grandest photo that ever swan
salt Wather, so make yourself aisy in your
mind. me darln' man = and then | puts
my hand tinderly on his shoulder to give
him courage. Il know plenty, Capitano. :
shouts |, with wink; and | think the
wink comtorted the poor craychur, for he
produced bottle OF dirty, sour wine, an
a piece of mate pie, and | tucked into the
victuaIs like cock at black berry
"Then lays meself down on the cabin
soty, for was mortal tired and more
over | wanted to show that had an aisy
conscience, an was maxim straight
cOorse for Queenstown. Although closed
my peppers, | didn't sleep a great dale,
for | was cogitatin in Inc mind how | was
to get the ship into safety. Even with
the help OF chart Id find some trouble
in maxim Queenstown, as | have never
been much at say in my life time, al
though I'm the grandest pilot that ever
sot foot in a ship-but that's nayther
here nor hereafter, as Mohammed re-
marked when bis coffin was tloatin be-
tween earth and Heaven.
"Well, me daflin' man, but it was
nighttall when ventured on deck vance
more, an the northerly breeze was on the
Wane, an it smet like as if a s'utherly
wind wasn't very far off BE the pipers
of Moll Kelly says to meself, 'but if it
comes on thick an dirty from the s'uth-
ard well be all layn' our bones high and
dhry on some part Of me native say
coast An sure enough it came on from
the s'uthard before mOrnin', thick as but
thermilk and dirty as gallon of cOal-tar
There was nothing lett for me to do but
to bout ship and trust to Providence for
pickin' up Watherford agen or some 9th
er neighborn' port We gets the ship
round and fills her sails once more, an of
coorse the dago thought twas mighty on
material to he going back over the same
ground, but | gives hin another cunnin'
wink and says
FCapitano, trado vindo, trado vindo
thravels roundo in circle and | winds
my arm round my head a few times to
explain matters more clearly, and blew a
few Whit1s out of my mouth at the sane
time, an the poor dngashOre thought
was the grandest pilot as ever he'd seen
with his two eyes, an, so | am, too,
though It's meself that says it.
"When we got the ship about | calcu-
lated, after lookin' at the scrivan's dead
reckonin' that we wor about ninety miles
SOU SOU west of Waterford HarbOr, so
that by keepin square yards on the bark
an runnin before the SOU west wind, We
ought to pick up Wathertord agen about
daybreak next morning, on if we didn't
pick up Watherford, why we'd find our
selves in the st. Georges Channel, un-
less, Of course, We got wracked before
hand on tire WaXford coast. We sails
along all day, the breeze keepn' purity
steady from the wan point, an at night
fall we TUX most Of the canvas off the
ship accordin' to ordhers from meself.
KEN on deck at daybreak and, sure
enough, there was land in sight, an about
breakfast time | thought | recognized
the Connibeg ligntship, so | puts the
bark's head a little more to the aistard,
as thought twas the best of me play to
thry an get into the St. Georges Chan
mel atther all, where the ship would have
plenty OF say-room About MONDAY, we
shaved Tuskar Rock be a meracle, an
thin | knew twas all plain sailin' for
another day or 50.
Hurroo, me jewel" says |, with a
shout, rlapping the Capitano on the back
they may talko about sailn' be dead