The west Tennessee star. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1888, 1888-06-29

ment around the head was dirty yellow,
and contrasted strangely with the black
growth on his chest and well-tanned arms
Several india-ink Sketches on his fore
arms seemed somewhat familiar to me, and
when he spoke it was with a slight brogue
which made me wonder If Neptune was
native of Irish seas. AS he handed his
triton to 'Hluglish AIRY" a sailor in the
port watch, 1 thought L recognized it as the
ships grange, with which we harpooned
dolphins.
4" Stir round ye Iubbers, an rig oop er
shake-down fer mesilf an the oUld
woman - he said, as he assisted his wife TO
the deck. Bear er hand, yees divils, an
be loivelyl"
The "ould woman was modestly attired
in a yiugy tarpaulin and a heavy switch Of
gulf stream sea-wecd, aud from the muscu-
lar development of her arms ! rather
thought the could man" would be likely to
come off second best in a hair pulling
match. The mate took them in tow, and
they went aft to pay their respects TO the
skipper, and there remained until the next
morning.
1t was my watch below in the morning
and on being routed out at noon / noticed
a peculiar commotion outside my cabin,
which was just forward of the stewards S
pantry. About four bells, as the wheel
changed hands, 1 heard sounds Of laugh
ter and on ascending to the deck ] found
old Neptune seated on a throne that had
been improvised for the occasion from
boxes covered with sailcloth His majesty
was perched on coil of new rope and the
| old woman sat COmplacently by his
! side, occasionally squirting Il fine jet Of to-
| bacco juice on the tarpaulin beneath her.
! The sergeant-d' arms Of this marine court
! looked suspiciOuslv like Boston Ben, our
| boatswain; but as his face was plonufully
/ 1,lF mill linT1 mn
streaks the principal resemblance bo-
tween them was confined to a long scar on
the right cheek and the lack of star
| board glimmer.
"Bring on ther super" roarcd his
majesty, and felt myself seized from be
! hind by two pair OF strong arms and blind
| folded. Ny next sensation was that of be
/ ing carried up rickety platform, where /
was released after having my hands tied
behind me.
"Phawts yer namel" asked the voice Of
| old Neptune.
Not knowing what might be the result if
| / refraincd from answering, / opened my
mouth and cssaycd to reply AS "A cOnse
| quence, had my mouth stopped with a
| plug Of Oakum saturated with soap and
pepper.
Their dival's doomb. shure he can't
talk troo his whiskers. FigarOo, We spal-
peen, come here wild yer moog an Eazzcr.
! Phawt dye name, yer yeller landswob, ter
/ be coomin' ter soy yer faithur widOut yer
pinnacle scrapcd Bad cess ter ye fur
er Crane tarrur, ov Oi don't think yer
Arthur nadin' shompO."
A shout Of mcrriment arose from those
Of the crew who stood by, for in as little
time as il takes 10 tell IT, the barber had
| smudged my face with a tar brush and
! given me two rakcB with razor made
| from the hoop Of harness-cask; and no
| sooner was this operation ended when my
hat was removed, and on being replaced
! on my head avalanche Of dirty lather
| spread Itself Ghrough my hair. The sOapy
| extract tricklcd down nay forehead beneath
( my bandage and filled my eyes. Between
the pepper in my mouth and the soap in my
eyes / was nearly frantic; but as my hands
were securely tied ] could not help myself,
and each breath Inhaled half strangled me
with pepper felt a coarse finger thrust
in my mouth, and the oakum plug was re
moved just in time TO prevent my swallow
ing it TO escape suffOcatIon.
Where war We barus" questioned my
woOlly- ly-mouthed tYrant.
Any attempt to reply would have beer
drowned in = stream o. water that struck
my face at the time. The water afforded q
much needed relief for the space Of half g
minute. The next instant after l Tecov
cred MY breath heard my tyrant say:
" "Misther Super is afther fahn er little
phaint, docther; havre yees e'er er pill
erbout yer ganzyi"
Aye. aye, yer honor" said a voice
recognized as the stewards.
Its betthur yer give wan Nv Thin ter
the clark: it's er little Crane srbout thel
gills, he is. He's after nadin his grog-tomt
cooled on "
opened my mouth 70 catch my breati
for a cough, and If my reader has ever seer
and smeit the compound known as soap
grease, he cau imagine the nature of th'
ball Of slush which the doctor kindly gave
me for pin ! sputtered, hagked, chokec
ana swallowed amid hilarious shouts frou
my b Ehly amused audience.
Ye air er thrue barn sailor, me hearty
30 We air; an it's peroud Oi am ter owr
} yees fur er son, Misthur Ciarruk. Yerl
be er credthit ter tha sarvics whin ye al