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

recognize it, an | could tell me brave
Capitano that thought twas the Kings
town and not the Queens town he want
ed. SO, after tuckin' in heavy male of
food an dhrlnk in the cabin, comes
on deck, an orders the ships coorse to
be althered few points so that we might
creep up the channel on the Irish side
"'Huggo starboardO coasto POGO Capt.
tano,' says |, addressin' the man in his
own lingo. 'Huggo POGO coasto this side-o'
waving me left hand toward the Irish
shore as stood facing the bows.
CHE understood me afther a bit, so we
hugged the Irish shore all day, an at
night agen tux the precantion Of gettin'
nearly all sail off the ship, so that if we
did fall foul Of a rock or of an ould sand
bank in the dark, we mightn't hit it too
great wollop. The Capitano seemed
mighty proud of me an of the illigant
way was pilotin his ship, an he treated
me to lashin's Of atein' an dhrinkin.' He
wasn't bad soort at all, although he was
a dago: but sure even a black hen lays
white eggs, an sometimes there do be a
power of good qualities hid under the
Wy ohil " a. Oil al All dIllltl ttll,
| isn't he wan Of Gods craychurcs, like
ourselves?"
Here Mr.. Rossiter was visibly affected
and found it necessary to indulge in
copous draughts of gin and water before
he could proceed further with his narra-
tive.
"Well the next day" continued jim,
after he had wiped his mouth carefully
with the sleeve of his coat and rubbed
his forehead with red cotton handker-
Chief which he eXcavated from his bat
tered silk hat, ''we got abreast of big
headland which | made up my mind was
Bray Head, bekase of its sthrange an
pearance, and bekase of the fine big bay
which was stretchin' itself out in front OF
us. | didn't know whether to be glad or
| the other way Whin saw a Cutther bear
IN down on US, which | med sure was a
| pilot cutther, an sartin to be coming from
Dublin on the lookout for sthrange visi-
itors. The dago will discover all me
manRuvres,' says | as soon as we Get
the pilot aboord, or soon atthcr at any
rate, an aybe it's few inches of could
steel hell be putin into me st0mick for
desayvln' and misladin' HIM; for them
! TURNER'S have uuare temperS and some
of em would think no more of givin' YOU
a taste OF dagger than they would Of
| flavOrn' your Victuals Wud garlic In
due coorse the pilot cutther KEN along
side, and a pilot was hoisted aboard of
her.
go mother of Moses says | whin
saw him standin' on deck, but It's Young
Mike Delaneyn Mike had sarved on the
| Nathertord pilot cutther for a short spell,
an as he was a smart knoWledgable
young fellow, he picked up a hape Of fur
rim lingo, an could act as an interpreter
on an emergency if required had
heard tell he was on the Dublin pilot sar-
vice, but sure it never sthruck me that
such wonderful piece of luck should fail
IN me road as to have him put aboard Of
me mistortunate bark.
"'Mike, me darlin' fellow > SAYS |, gon'
over to him, an givin him a hearty shake
OF the hand.
Jim Rossiter,' says he wud his eyes
openln' as wide as anigger's mouth when
there's plate of boiled rice in front of
him. 'What, in the name Of Heaven,
brought YOU here?
"'Och, divarsion" says |, 'as the man
remarked when he galloped his eat
through the ashes
"lhen | tux him on wan side, an |
toNld him straight all about the whole
| matter; an sure poor Mike laughed un-
I'll you'd think his heart would break
"'An' now, says be, 4 think | may
tell you that you're likely to fall in for a
slice of Iaie good luck after all, for this
| shin tho I1nl-Irp,n I +,Il
you that was her name-is a long spell
overdue, and I've heard that Misther
O'Flaherty, of Dublin, has bought her
cargo an wants it badly, 50 whin he
hears she is in Dublin bay he's sure to
give his orders there; for he's a dacent
man, an wouldn't thry for to take a
name advantage on account OF the mis-
take in not calm for orders to Queens
| town
BE iabers, nearly jumped clane out
OF me SKIN at the good news
May the heavens be your bed, Mike,
me darlin' man. says |; you're better
nor a reprieve. An now, Mike, if YOU
love me, bring the bark into kingstovn,
an tell the skipper it's all fair an square !;
that they shifts the name of the port over
an neither; and that wan time tits the
Kings town and another time tits the
Queens town, accordn' as It's a King or
Queen that rules the waves
All right, says Mike. Thin he goes
up to the Capitano, an Mike explains in
the lingo to him, for he spakes the lang
Widge sight better nor do, though I'm
not bad hand at all, but me accent is
agen me.
"'Well to make a long story short, it
all turned ont as young Delaney said it
would, an the dacent marchant in Dub
lin gev the Jackymo orders to discharge
at the North WALL an mc8Gif went home
to the wife with twinty golden sovereigns
in me pocket, as the reward of me honest
sarvce. An, indeed, though it's mesef
that says it, I'm the grandest pilot that
"Ever told a lie or drank quart of gin
at a sitting. Eh, James?" [Tinsley's
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