Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-05-14
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 The doctor felt tor pulses
 "Dead and gonel" was the laconic verdict of this juryman of Judge Death, letting fall the arm and head of the nearest of the three, Thompson. "See, captain, he has been in action. Look at the throat here; do you ob- serve the small swellinga I should find a bullet there by probing for it"
 He turned to the man in the officers uni form, in life named Transom-
 "Dead and gone, too, captain. Here's cursed foreigners work, depend on it see no wound. Ahl these fingers have been wanting long time, poor fellowl Stay, here is a confusion behind the ear-no cut lass nor musket stock produced that"
 He rattled on, putting out his hand as he talked and laying hold of the wrist of the third man.
 Instantly, and in changed voice, he called for brandy, and bade any man pull of his coat and roll it up for pillow; and, with keen promptitude, was busy over buttons and chafing, and such working as skill die tated.
 A spoonful of brandy swallowed flor twice as much ran on to the deck over the pale edges of the handsomest mouth man ever had) produced sigh and a quiver of the limbs; and in a hurry, to the order of the doctor, was the body lifted and carried away to a 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 spoonfuls of beef tea feeding him. The rest and the food and the care were like strong hand laid upon the shoul- 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
 "Iu 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, we'll bury lem to a volley, sir" the captain was saying. "Sir, we'll make a state ceremony of it, for the glory Of the cause and the satisfaction of our consciences, 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 be gone through, and when the tongue was inspected, and the pulse felt, and feeble an swers made, the doctor softly asked ques- tions.
 "Pray, my dear young man, who are your two companions, and how came you to be in this miserable plight"
 "They are both dead, sirl" ~
 "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 MT. Transom, first lieutenant of the vessel" "Dear me-first lieutenant! Poor man! Promoted higher than any admiral now, sir. And the other man is sailorT'
 "Yes, sir," he said, in a 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 a great number wounded, after 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 broken masts. MT. Transom believed that, from her superior elevation, she had sighted some vessel which was not to be discerned from our deck, and that she had crippled state, she would have to strike to any British vessel that might fall in with her. So hot had been the action, we had scarcely time to notice the condition of the brig; but, soon after the Frenchman left | us, we found the hull settling under our feet. There was 0 rush for the boats, and most of the men got away in the pinnace and yawl, and MT. Transom and and the boatswain, who were left behind, had just time to scram- ble into the dingey and cut ourselves adrift, when the brig went down. It then came on to blow, and the boats got separated and in | the night the boatswain, who had been shot l in the throat died; and, within few hours 1 of his death, poor MT. Transom died, quite suddenly, and I was left alone, without food | or water, and God knows how many hours passed before my senses left me. That is the story, gentlemen" and the poor young fellow dropped his head wearily on the pillow and closed his eyes.
 "Bad newsl bad news" exclaimed Cap tain Turbulent, striking his leg with his fist. "An Englishman sunk by Frenchman, by jingow .
 "Gentlemen, please tell me where am, and what ship this isa" said Cuthbert, in a faint voice.
 "This is the ship Elizabeth, my lad, bound to Bombay, and we hope to clear the Scillies l by sundown."
 l To the astonishment of doctor and com 1 mander, Cuthbert sat with vehement move ment upright in his bed
 q implore you" he cried-"I implore you in the name of God, to set me ashore on the 1 English coast. I engage, gentlemen, tha you shall not suffer for the delay, if money can compensate you. have wife who vii not know why I have left her-you will saw us both deep misery by landing me! hay, strength to row myself ashore, if you vii lend me a boat. -I-Oh, gentlemen, il Gods name, do not carry me to Indiap The pen cannot put into these words tn