The Arizona sentinel. [volume] (Arizona City [Yuma], Yuma County, A.T. [Ariz.]) 1872-1911, 1885-11-28

Crew-His Son Killed-The Cap
tain Executes Two Men.
After a cruise of eighteen months
Captain Enstrom of the brig Natal was
glad to get around and see his old &C
quaintances. His friends, who liked
him always, now looked upon him with
a new interest, as the man who had
lived through the bloody mutiny oi
which they had read brief account in
the morning papers. Captain Enstrom
is a man whom no one would care to
trife with unless it were absolutely
E necessary. His shoulders are broad,
his chest deep, and when he shakes
hands with any one the memory of his
squeeze remains. The Captains face,
bronzed by the sun and scanned with
deep scars plainly visible through his
reddish whiskers, looks like that of a
man of prompt action and not easily
frightened. The impression is con-
s6med by detailed account of the
truggle in his cabin and his subsequent
action.
81 was stretched out on this lounge" ,"
the Captain said, illustrating his mean
ing, with my face to the wall, and was
sound asleep. | was awakened at one
O'Clock in the morning by blow from
the carpenters broad AK that made a
of sob, anv1 u
reaching from my chin back under ny
ear. When I looked IN, ha'f dazed.
could distinguish the carpenters face
by the light Of the lamp OUrnlng near
the CON box, and l saw the az COM
ing down on my head again. ] raised
my right arm, and thus broke the force
of the blow The AK handle struck NV
wrist, and the blade landed on my tenn
pie, leaving this mark that leads from
my eye back across my ear. These
Dther scars on my cheeks, neck and
forehead were made by the carpenter,
too, when he cut me with his knife, but
he didn't do that right off. The sudden
blow of the ak handle on my wrist made
the blade fly off, and l had time to sit
up on the lounge. The cowardly car
penter sat down beside me. l grabbed
him around the neck and kept him from
tearing at my wounds, which he was
trying to make deeper with his hands.
When he found he couldn't do it he
threw his arms around mine, pinned
them to my side and yelled out: kill
himi Kill him.
''Then, for the first time, l noticed
that the steward was standing near the
door, holding in his hand a narrow,
long-bladed axe used in the galley, pa
tiently awaiting his turn. He struck at
me when the carpenter sung out, but
he was excited and raised the axe too
high. 1t struck against the ceiling,
which you see is very low, and spoiled
his blow. had my right arm free by
this time, and as the axe came down l
grabbed it and wrenched it away from
him. 1 was at too close quarters to use
it on the carpenter, so L put it under
my feet and turned my attention to
him. Just as the steward struck at me
he had said:
"'Never mind, I'll fix him. And he
was trying his best to do it, tugging at
a sheath knife strapped inside his
trousers. He got it out be ore 1 could
stop him, and cut me, first of all, here
in the left cheek, where you see the
long scar. 1t was verv deep cut. |
could see my teeth through it for sew
eral days. Then he cut me two or
three times on the forehead, but, OF
course, he couldn't get through the
bone. 1 said to myself: You must do
something or you'll be killed Fortu-
nately the steward was letting us have
the fight alone. Just as l said this the
carpenter stuck the knife in my neck.
1t didn't 60 into the middle, as he
wanted it to, but went in under nv
right ear, here where you see the funny
looking scar mixed up with the one
made by the axe. When the knife went
through on the other side, grabbed it
with my right hand to keep it in there
SO that he couldn't use it any more.
Then he did what only sneak
would do. He scrouged it
round and round, trying to
get in deep enough to cut big vein.
1t is the twisting around in my neck
that makes that scar look so funny
il didn't heal smooth. While he was
forcing the knife inward l forced it
outward. At last [ forced it out of
my neck altogether, and got it away
from him. At that minute the mate
came reeling into the room, and blood
was coming out all over him, too. l
suppose the carpenter and the steward
thought he wss dead. Anyhow they
left at once, and 1 was so much cut
up had to let them go, or else we
might have killed them in there with
the kitchen AK that L had under nv
feet Yes, certainly, it's lucky 1 was
a strong man; but it's luckier yet that
there was a stronger hand than mine
in the room, or else I'd be dead"
Captain Enstrom is family man,
father of seven children, and the eldest
son, a iaxen-haired boy of nineteen,
was on board with his father study
ing practical navigation and acting
as second mate of the vessel He
seems to have been the first one at
tackled by the mutineers. 1t was his
watch on deck, and before going below