Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-07-22

broken masts. Mr. Transom believed that
from her superior elevation, she had sighted
some vessel which was not to be discerned
from our deck, and that she had
hauled away for safety, as, in her
| crippled state, she would have to strike
/ to any British vessel that might fall in
with her. So hot had been the action, we
had scarcely time to notice the condition of
the brig; but, soon after the Frenchman left
us, we found the huh settling under our feet
There was rush for the boats, and most OF
| the men got away in the pinnace and yawl,
and Mr.. Transom and and the boatswain,
who were left behind had just time to scram-
| BILE into the dingey and cut ourselves adrift,
| when the brig went down. 1t then came on
to blow, and the boats got separated and in
the night the boatswain, who had been shot
| in the throat, died; and. within few hours
of his death, poor Mr. Transom died, quite
suddenly, and was left alone without food
or water, and God knows how many hours
passed before my senses left me. That is the
story, gentlemen" and the poor young fellow
dropped his head YEARLY on the pillow aud
closed his eyes. SIS
"Bad newsl bad newsm exclaimed Cap
tain Turbulent, sstriking his leg with his fist.
San Englishman sunk by Frenchman, by
| jingolp
Gentlemen. please tell me where am, and
what ship this isg" said Cuthbert, in a faint
| voice.
@This is the ship Elizabeth, my lad, bound
to Bombay, and we hope to clear the Settles
! by shutdown"
To the establishment of doctor and com
mander, Cuthbert sat with vehement move
ment upright in his bed.
~ ba ssaJ
| in the name of God, to set me ashore on the
English coast. | engage, gentlemen, that
| you shall not suffer for the delay, if money
can compensate you. have wife who will
not know why have left her-you will save
us both deep misery by landing mel have
strength to row myself ashore, if you will
lend me boat. I--I-Oh, gentlemen, in
| Gods name, do not carry me to Indian
The pen cannot put into these words the
agony of voice that was in them, nor impart
the pathetic force they took from his clasped
hands and pale and working face Captain
| Turbulent and DIR. Cotton stared at each
other. Their minds were slow at the digestion
of facts, and it was very odd to them-ex-
tremely odd, indeed-that the salvation of
| this young man from death was not sufiicing.
"As to setting you ashore, Mr.-Mr-"
"Shaw," suggested the doctor, whose men,
DRY was good.
"Mr. Shaw, / do not see how that can be
done Indeed, with this wind it is impos-
| sible; and with any wind, sir, it would be a
bad job for me to attempt, with a-a--
damned black thief of a native prince to re-
port me for delaying the journey. Besides,
| Mr. Shaw, there is feet of us, and I'm COM
modore, and / give you my word, sir, if |
| stood in for land the rest of them would
| think themselves in duty bound to follow.
! No, sir, with Frenchnen about, my business
is clear--a midship helm, Mr. Shaw, and the
true course, sir.
"What you have to do" said DIR. Cotton,
| dis to write letter and keep it by you,
ready to put on board any homeward bound
! ship we may come across. I'll answer that
| Captain Turbulent will help you in this
way"
'sOh, to be sure But to land you,o ex
| claimed the captain, shaking his head,
| against this wind, with that black rascal
ready to swear me out of my ship--if you Of
| fered me a thousand pounds, Mr. Shaw,
wouldn't dare do it.
| And, to save himself the pain of beholding
Cuthbert's face, he quilted the cabin.
| The young fellow turned his face from the
| door, and sobbed aloud But on deck all was
| bright and breezy; and under the blue of the
windy sky, and over the long green sweep OF
water, went the stately ship, broadening,
with every plunge and burst of foam, her
| distance from the English coast
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