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

"Dead and gonel" was the laconic verdict
of this juryman of Judge Death, letting fall
1 the arm and head of the nearest of the three.
a bushy-whiskered Jack, in life named
Thompson. "See, captain, he has been in
| action. Look at the throat here; do you OBJ
serve the small swellings | should find a
bullet there by probing for it."
He turned to the man in the officers mi
form, in life named Transom.
dead and gone, too, captain. Here's
cursed foreigners work, depend on it. Isee
no wo,tnd Ali these fingers have been
wanting a long time, poor fellow! STAY
here is O confusion behind the ear-no crt.
lass nor musket stock produced that
He ratified on, putting out his hand as he
talked and laying hold of the wrist of the
third man.
Instantly, and in changed voice, h~
called for brandy, and babe any man pull Off
his coat and roll it up for pillow; and, with
Keen prumptitude, was busy over buttons
and chatting, and such working as skill die
tated.
A spoonful of brandy swallowed for
twice as much ran on to the deck over the
pale edges of the handsomest mouth man
ever hail produced sigh and a culver of
the limbs; and in hurry, TO the order of the
doctor, was the body lifted and carried away
to cabin.
All night long watch and watch was kept
in his cabin, by order of the doctor, the
steward and his mate taking turn and turn
about, and with lemonade moistening his
lips, and with spoonfus of beef tea feeding
him. The rest and the food and the care
We're like strong hand laid upon the shout
der of a man who walks toward precipice,
| Slowing him round and starting him back
| again to safety; for in the morning, when he
awoke, he could speak, and his first question
concerned his whereabouts
an go and tell the doctor you're awake
SIR says the red-headed stewards mate
whose spell it was IN the cabin.
The doctor was with Captain Turbulent
| arranging the funeral of Lieutenant Transom
| and the man-of-war's man.
"Dr Cotton, sir, if they've come by their
| death by Frenchman, wen bury 'em to a
| volley, sir,n the captain was saying "Sir,
| Wen make a state ceremony of it, for the
| glory of the cause and the satisfaction of our
conseiences, sir"
| Here broke in the stewards mate
! Captain, you had better come along with
me, says DR.. Cotton. HE may have voice
enough to give us his story, sir"
So they went together to where the sick
man lay. But first some medical forms must
De gone through, ana wnen the tongue was
| inspected, and the pulse felt, and feeble an
swers made, the doctor softly asked ques-
/ tons
| pray, my dear young man, who are your
two companions, and how came you to be in
this miserable plight"
"They are both dead, sirF'
"Alas, yes-stone deadl and all their
troubles over
@They belonged to an English brig of war
call the Cleopatra, and one of them is Mr.
Transom, first lieutenant of the vessel"
"Dear me-first lieutenant. Poor mani
Promoted higher than any admiral now, sir
And the other man is a sailorg7
"Yes, sir" he said, in feeble voice; and
then rallying, and propping himself on his
elbow to speak: my name is Cuthbert
Shaw, and was impressed in error to serve
on board the Cleopatra We fell in with a
large French frigate and fought her; but our
| captain was killed, with more than half our
men, and great number wounded, after a
few broadsides, and we struck. 1t was a
cruel fight, most unequal, and all chance for
the brig was gone when her wheel was car
ried away. We made up our minds to be
carried to France; but the Frenchman. who
was same distance astern of us when we
struck, and standing toward us, altered her
course suddenly and headed away to the east,
under all the sail they could pile upon her