The Iola register., 1886-11-25
The Story Of a Wreck.
Thrilling and Romantic Account Of
O Mutiny at Sea.
EY w. CLARK RUSSELL.
CHAPTER IV.-Coyrrsurp.

GrOSycnOr unuer feeicu tOp-SaliS, lore
top-mast, staysail, foresail, main-try'
sail and spanker, snug enough. but
with streaming decks. for the gale had
raised heavy beam sea, and the deep
laden snip was sluggish, and took the
water repeatedly over her weather-bul'
warhs.
The watch below had turned in
again, but it was already seven bells,
and at four o'clock my turn would
come To go to bed. had charge of the
ship. for the captain, having passed
the night in observing his vessels sail
ing powers under ali canvas, had gone
below, and | was not sorry to get rid
of him. for his continued presence aft
had become a nuisance to my eyes.
| had now leisure to recall the fatal
accident l have related. and the in
humanity of Captain Coxon's comment
upon it. hugged myself in my thick
coat as ] looked astern at the cold and
rushing waters, and thought of the bit
ter, sudden deaths of the unfortunates
we had run down. But for the men
on the lookout, never soul among us
would have known that living beings
had been hurled into sudden and
dreadful death; that the ship in which
we sailed had perchance made widows
of sleeping wives, had made children
fathoriess. and that ruin and beggary
and sorrow had been churned up out
of the deep by our unsparing bows.
Our VOYAGE had begun insuspicious-
ly enough, God knows; and as looked
toward the east where the mornin 9
light was kindling over the livid,
rugged horizon, a strange depression
fell upon my spirits, and the PRESENT.
ment then entered my mind, and never
afterward Quilted it, that perils and
suffering and death were in store for
us. and ihat when had looked on the
English coast las. night l was uncon-
sciousiy bidding farewell to scenes
should never behold again.
CHAPTER V.
Twas on deck again at eight O'clock
1t was still blowing a gale, but the
wind had drawn right aft, and
though the top-sails were kept rcefed,
Duckling had thought fit to set the
main-top-ga gallant sail, and the ship was
running braveiy.
l reckoned that we had made over
one hundred and thirty knots during
the twelve hours, so that if the gale
lasted We might hope to be clear of the
Scilly Isles by next morning.
They were breakfastlng in the cuddy
and in the forecastle, and l WAS wait
ing Tor the skipper to come on deck
that l might 60 below and get some
thing to eat But before he made his
appearance, the confounded copper
colored cook, accompanied by couple
of men, came aft.
"Sar," said this worthy. who looked
lovely in pink-striped shirt and yell
low overalls, 'me ask you respeckfly
to speak to de skipper and tell him bis
cult am mighty bad, sar."
"Im messlnan for the sfarboard
watch. SIR" exclaimed one of the men,
i''and the ships company says they
can't get the bread down 'cm nehow.H
''Why do YOU come to me?" l de-
manded of them. angrily. Il have al
ready told YOU. cook, that l have
nothing to do with the ships stores.
You heard what Captain Coxon said
yesterday"
; Cant the steward get up fresh
bag of bread for breakfastp" exclaimed
the third man.
Hes in the cuddy," 1 replied, task
him.
They bobbed their heads forward to
see through the cuddy windows, and at
that moment Duckl :ng came on deck
hrap q, fl,n
lyon can get your Breakfast" said
he to ME. 'l'll keep watch until you've
DONE"
Here are some men on the quar-
ter-decI complaining of the bread"
said l. ''Will you speak to them?'
He came forward at once. very brisk
ly, and looked over.
"What's the matters'' he called out.
We've come to complain of the
ships bread, SIR" said one of the men,
quite civiliy.
Mighty bad bread, sar! Me honest
man and speak plain truff," exclaimed
the cvok. who possibly thought that his
position privileged him to be both easy
and candid on the subject of eating.
Get away forwardr' cried Duck
ling. passienately. "Tbe breads good
enough. You want to kick up shin
iy.'
The men made movement, the in
stinct of obedience responding mechan-
icalir to the command. But the cook
held his ground. and said. shaking his
head and convulsing his face:
DE bread am poison. ssr. All de
1nu - oh rnI ,,1e> IL. No.
see such ting. 1t get here"-touch-
ing his throat-"asfd make me-yaw!"
"Go forward, l tell you. you ye!low-
faced villain!' shouted Duckling,
'-D'ye hear what say?'
Ibis chile is a cook" began the fell
ow; but DuchIing sprung off the !
poop, and with his clenched fiSt struck |
nina full under the jaw; the poor fel- |
low staggered and whiried round, and |
hen up went Duckling's foot and |
,ook was propelled at a great pace |
along The main deck toward the galley. !
he stopped, put his haad TO his jaw,
md looked at the palm of II; rubbed |
he part that had b-en kicked, turned |
md held up his caenched fist. and |
vent into the galley. The other two
men disappeared in the forecsstle.
Curse your impudencer exclaimed
Duck ang, renounsing the poop-l2dder.
nd polishing his knuckles en- the sleeve
# his coat. '.Now, Mr. Koyse. get
>cu down to your breakfast went
o turn in when you've done"
l entered the crddy, not very greatly
'dified by Duckling way Of eIaphasiz-
NC his orders. and made bow to the
'aptain, who was siu At table. He
to raise his eyes, but for
ome minutes afterward took no notice
Il me whatever. occupying himself
nth glancing over a bundle of slips
yhieh fcose46ke bilheads in his hand.
''Whst was going forward on the
nain-deck just now1' demanded