Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1886-09-27

real estate for your lives, or until
you marry"-Miss Cynthy blushed-
sand the stock and furniture and
farming utensils are given you out
right. Now we'll have it probated
right away. And l must say Pm
glad of this. It's just as it should be"
Miss Cynthy broke down and cried
like baby, and Miss Sabra's eyes
were full of tears as she said: "Now,
Cynthy, amt you glad we didn't
bring in bill ?"-E1chamge.
THE ALABAMA" IN ACTION.
From an account of 'Life on the
Alabama, by one of her sailors, in
the Century, We quote the fol-
lowing: "We got everything ship
shape and left Cherbourg for our last
cruise on bright Sunday morning,
June 10Th. We were escorted by
French armored vessel, and when we
got outside we could see the Kear-
sarge awaiting US, about four miles
away. Captain Semmes made us
short speech which was well received,
though it seemed odd to me that an
American should appeal to an En-
glishman's love of glory to animate
him to fight the speakers own coun-
trymen. But we cheered, and the
French ship leaving US, we steamed
straight for the Kearsarge. There is
no doubt that Semmes was furried
and commenced firing too soon. We
were, should say, nearly a mile
away, and l do not think a single
shot told. The enemy circled around
US and did not return our file until
within seven or eight hundred yards
and then she let US have it. The
first shot that struck US made the
ship reel and shake all over. / was
serving on one of the thirty-two-
Founders, and my sponger was an
old man-o'-war's man, who remark
ed, after look out of the port, we
might as well fire batter puddens as
these pop-guns: few more biffs
like that last and we may turn tur.
tle.' He had scarcely spoken when
shell burst under our pivot-gun,
fitting 1t out of range and killing five
Of the crew. What is wrong with
the ride-gun! was asked. I'VE
don't seem to be doing the enemy
any harm, while with slow precision
came the crash of the heavy she'll of
the Yankee. One missile that SEEM
ed as big as haystack whizzed over
our heads, taking a portion of the
port bulwarks away, fortunately
missing man that was handling
shot He only remarked that he be-
lieved the Yankee was firing steam
b'ilers' at us. Another shell struck
us amidships, causing the ship to list
to port SO that our gun weighing
three tons raced in, pinning one poor
fellow against the port-sill. He died
before we could get him clear. This
was the missile that sunk the Aldba-
ma. She's going down. was the
cry, and all was confusion. Another
shell struck about the water-line,
and the vessel reeled like drunken
man. The dead and wounded were
lying about the deck, which was red
with the blood. Our officers did
their duty and the men at once be-
gan to get up the wounded. The
cutter and launch were in the water,
and the officers were trying to keep
the men back till the wounded were
all ini but certainly many of them
were left, for / saw several on the
berth h-deck when / went below, and
the boats were then full and pushing
off. When it was certain that the
ship was sinking, all order was at an
end. l had f10 and watch in a
locker between decks, and | ran be.
low, but they were gone.
All hands On deck-shlp's going
down. 7 was called, and l had just
got on the upper step of the forward
companion-way when the water, en-
tering the berth-deck ports, forced
the air up and almost carried me of
my legs. cast my eyes around fol
a moment. Old Gill, with his head
crushed under the carriage of the
eight-inch gun, was lying there
clinching the breast of his jumper
Just as the water came over the
stern / went over the port bulwarks
| was good swimmer. and had moi
been In the water five minutes wher
a French pilot boat came running
past, and brawny fellow in petit
coats and top-boots dragged me out
of the water"
Mars is almost universally accept.