The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-02-20

dation which the ship affords; but for those
who live between decks, with but few
napers and amusements and but limited
amount of beer and tobacco, nlntters are
still worse; and it is not easy to lind words
to convey anything like an adequate idea OF
what that ]lfes WEAKNESS and cnn's really Is.
It was here that young Tom, from being
only sharp-tongued general favorlte, sud-
denly grew, like Cap. Garnet's head, as
Lacy remarked one night when they were
steaming past the African coast, into "A
gwreat undertaking light. With his
masters permission and some uelp from the
sailors. he got the teilor to make him up a
set OF clowns garments, and furnished up
all his old circus tricks with such right good
will that more than once he had the honor
of appearing before the most distinguished
officers Oh board the Clyde. He pleased
them each and all SO greatly that when he
took his white hat round for contributions
to the fund for the wives aud children wh0
had been left behind, he obtained SO good a
sum that Bottles. whose heart was tender
to every man who could in any way ap-
proach or share his feelings on that subject,
made it up to the even and respectable
amount of IS out Of his own pocket.
And then ut last they steamed into the
harbOr Of Alexandria, and the voyage was
over. For some of them it was very near
indeed tn the close Of the voyage of life.
But they never seemed to think of 1t, action
was the order OF the day, and dispiritedness
and down-heartedness apparently had aowsl
from their inject. All was energy and
a,,stls-tan lancers clanksr along tho half.
:uined eastern-looking streets, tramped in
and out of the bazaars and cafes, laughing
in good-natured British contempt at nearly
everything shey saw, grumbled in true
British style at all disc0mforts, sw0le
roundly at the flies and the dust, hob-n0bbed
with sllnburned tars from the ships of war In
the harbor, and scattered every where the
energetic signs Of British rule and occupa-
ton.
II say, Bill" said one strapping, broad
shouldered red jacket to one Of a group OF
bis comrades one night, wasn't the chap
lain preaching about the seven plaques of
Egypt the Sunday afole We left 'omes''
Ayr responded Bill. sending a great
cloud Of smoke into tie midst OF cloud Of
flies.
do you remember what they was!"
why" answered Bill, hcsi tatinxly, ''there
was frogs. flies and lice--an,l darkness, aud
blood that's four. And hail. and blains-
/! suppose they're boils, or wuss-and the
loss Of the firstborn."
by gum!' calculated the first, ''but old
Pharaoh must have 'ad some grit in him to
stand al! that. l wonder il they had any
baccy in them days." and then he, too, took
a mighty draw at his tig pip, and let the
dies in his immediate neighborhood have the
lull benefit thereof, after which he spat
ctsntemptuously into the midst of the swarm
by way of distinctly adding insult to injury.
The hies did not particularly seem to APP
p'rciate the attention. aud they forthwith
settled down upon Private John Wood. No.
III, as If they had special mission from
Arab Pashu to determine thu exact value
Of grit" as grit goes. in the ranks Of
the British army.
':Blowcd if ever | knew the like q this, :"
quoth Private John Wood, No al. "Why,
Ole Pharaoh must have 'aa hide like
Beezlebub."