The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-10-02

IL drOuuu SOu0 ODJocC. anu al luG0EVdI
cast, side glances at the skipper. Bart
!! lett had the eye of hawk
4 ''Mr. Slope, what's going on forr,ard
n he sang out.
/ Mr.. Slope came slowly aft with tn
i air of a criminal.
f'Please, sir, it's a stowaway"
The effect of this announcement up
on his superior officer was terrible ant
Immediate; he jumped up from hi
chair as if agitated by an electro
shock; his eyes glared like couple o
! torches; his brow contracted into al
sorts of frowns and burrows; he foamef
and splutteHed, and at length roaref
| out:
''Chuck him overboard!"
HPlease, sir, it's she, said the chic
mate.
"Chuck her-no! Great sakes
Bring her aftr roared the Captain.
So the mate returned to the grouT
forr'ard, and presently returned, lead
ing by the hand a fair-haired, bIue-eyeG
child of about eleven.
WELL" said Bartlett, after he ha6
slowly surveyed her from head to foot
and from foot back again to head, and
noted that she was apparently of very
superior order of stowaway, her clothes
being good, and her physical appear.
ance that of child well looked after,
"who are your"
"Mary Jane Johnsworth, was the
ready reply.
'.Mary Jane Johnsw0rth,s repeated
the skipper; "wall, and what the tar
nal does Mary Jane Johnsworth want
hidin' of herself aboard craft as don't
belong to herr"
"I don't know" was the answer.
"You don't know. Got father and
mother?" asked Bartlett.
eyes sir" answered the child.
"Then what are yer a-slopin' from
home fur?"
I'm not. I'm going home"
eThen you re a Br1tisher, reckon. I"
1eMary Jane is my name; England is my
nation,
Birkenhead is my dwelling place, and"-
said the child.
Captain Bartlett filled up the rhyme
with something which was not "saIva-
tion," then took turn or two along the
bridge, keeping his eye on the child all
the time, as if she was some rare zoolog-
ical specimen.
"Wall. he said, stopping suddenly,
eff you wur man, or boy, do you
know what should do with you?"
"Ask me if I could eat anything?"
was the reply"
Captain Bartlett took his cigar from
his mouth, and looked at her with in
creased amazement.
"Great Scott!" he calculated, you've
got. sass anyway. Mr.. Slope, take her
ferr'ard and see that she has something
to eat, and-Mr Slope, send hand
aloft, and report the hearings of the
"Cockney."
The report presently came that the
"Cockney" was out of sight.
"Brandy's. a derned fool" chuckled
the skipper.
In half an hour Mr.. Slope reappeared
on the bridge.
'She's queer 'un, that ther kid,
sir" he said; II left her with couple
O pounds O. beef, and loaf O. bread,
an potaters, an fxins', and I'm blessed
if she hadn't slowed it away in quar-
ter of an hour. She's proper stow
away, she is SIR"
"Poor little cuss" said Bartlett; II
reckon I should like to have a ten
talk with her skunk of a
father, or whoever her friend is.
Thar's one thing, Brandy's hundred
pound'n pay for her passage, an that's
a fact"
Three days passed, three days of
glorious weather and calm sea, and the
aP1cayune" made her twelve knots
regularly every hour. Mary Jane
J Johnsworth in this time established
herself as general favorite with officers
and crew, and particularly with the
skipper. She could sing any amount
of old sea songs, could initiate to the
life the noise made by the men as they
ran round the capstan to the shanty of
"Johnny Franswaw" or the "Shanan-
dore." She could dance, and with all
she had such pretty, piauant ways,
that there was not man ON board who
would not have done anything to please
her. from the skipper to the stewards
boy. Her appetite continued huge;
with ease she put away twice the ration
of an ordinary seaman, although she
had whim of preferring to have her
meals alone at all sorts Of odd times.
On the fifth day out, Marcus, the
black cook, came aft with long face to
the skipper.
'tPlease, sab, he said, +" I nebber
seed such ting in all my borned days,
nebberw
"What is it, you vagabond ?" demand
ed Bartlett.
"Why, sah," replied the cook, ode
steward he glib me beef, an mutton, an
pork, an m'lasses, an, flour, an biscuit,
ebery mornin', and it go!"
''What dye mean, it go? of course,
1t Co." said the Captain, eyer don't
reckon ships stores amt made to CO."
"Dats jes'what sez to myself, sez I.
replied Marcus. "Ship's stores is
meant to go, but dey isn't meant to fly"
"Wher do they fly to, you black-liv-
cred skunk ?" asked the skipper angrily.
ttDat's jes' the oder ting I asks my
self" replied the cook, wher does they
fly to =? Steward he glib me over lowance.
Dat amt no good worth cent.
''I reckon some of the boys rob you,
Marcus" said Bartlett; Jest you keep
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