Evening journal., 1889-08-26
TIE OLD PURSER'S YARN.
THE COOK FROM TERRY HUT" WHO
WOULDN'T MAKE PIES, BUT DID.


he Didn't Like the Captain and Was Very
Bold for Time-But the Latter Got
Very Angry When He Missed the Pump
kin Pies-An Ended Happily.
or all the rum shippers ever came across
m all my seq days-and that's a rare compli-
ment, TOO. do you mind-Cap'n Seividge just
was He Just was Caleb l. he used to sign
himself, but the boys weren't going to stand
that, you know. some Of EN- pried out from
down east somewhere that his father'd had
him christened Ca Ira, or Cay Try, as he pro
nounced it, after some song in that rubbishy
old French revolution, you know, ! don't,
and don't want you 70 tell me- So 1t was no
good his writing himself Caleb |; Cay Try it
was. and Cap'n Try his sea name always.
among the boys A good one, too, Capn Try
was. as our men mostly were, but the queer
est Dick that ever crossed quarter deck And
you take it from me, my son. that the quar-
ter deck is just the home and hahitation Of
the queer Dick at bis queerest, Oh, could
60 on by the hour about the old man, but
hold on till tell you how he tanned our big
prize fighting pastry cook from Terre Haute,
Ind don't laugh, sir. pledge you my word
he come from there, and salt water 81 a drop
at wholesale.
LITTLE BUT LION HEARTED.
Capn Try wasn't any bigger thgn a cock
sparrow as the Doughboy Of the Waybosh
used to howl ont whenever he was drunk.
But, Cristobal Colonl If ever you saw
cocl; sparrow with the soul Of a lion tucked
inside and a sea lion at that, do you mind
old Cay Try was that very bird Somehow
Mr. Terry Hut took a regular scunner against
the little cap'n Wen, Il the devil sends
cooks, whoever sends sea cooks, don't know,
unless it's the DEVILS sister, and as for ships
pastry cooks, there's nothing up to them but
the DEVILS mother-in-law; and Terry Hut Ne
just laid over anything you ever saw as far
forth as pure pie baking cussedness went.
Cap'n Try had the queerest internal ar
rangement to be called an appetite yon ever
came across in your born days. Steward"
he used to say, passing his hand over his eyes,
so fashion, and then back over the flaming
bird o paradise lock he wore for sort Of
finish like, Steward, / don't feel very well
today. Think I'd better diet bit Just let
me taste some mock turtle soup, bit Of nice
delicate corned beef with plenty Of cabbage,
a sardine salad, fairish help of fg pudding,
q cup Of japanese tea made good and strong,
| so you can see the thing, and-and a bottle
Of cider. Oh, and steward, here, set a nice
| fresh pumpkin pie in the chart room to-
| night, will you, just In case / should feel
| hungry toward morning"
Well, one of those times when it was all
| fog, fog, fog clear up from Cape San Lucas
the old man-never left the deck in thick
weather, sir--had one Of these delicate pump
kin pie appetites come over him, and what
notion should the DEVILS own mother-in-
laws private secretary from Terry Hut take
into that nine cornered head Of his but that
if that the old man got so much as a smell Of
the crust of the first solitary pumpkin pie
he'd have to get up earlier and show himself
smarter than the Doughboy Of the Waybosh.
Well, maybe he didn't
But hold on. First night, or Cape San
I.azaro; "Cap'n's compliments, where is his
pumpkin pief Very sorry; order never
came TO me- Second night, passing Ceres
Island, cap'n's compliments again, again nc
pie profuse regrets, passengers ate 'em all
up. Third and last night Of this attractive
comedy, east end Of Anacapa abeam, cap'ns
compliments once more, pastry cook sorrieT
than ever, pumpkin all gone, everything Of
the pie kind gone but the half Of a stale Co
coanut How would that dol
SEVENTEEN HUNDRED PIES
It's my belief. sir, that that last coooanut
broke the camels back. Anyhow, now il
was call the steward Turned in, sir. Cap'n's
compliments, please to turn out again.
Steward, my compliments to that pastry
cook OF yours and tell him to turn out and
80 ia making pies and keep on making pies
till tell him to stop" Four bells-2 a M
sleepy steward mounts bridge in tousled haiI
and stocking feet PANTRY quite cleared
sir; may he knock or now7H sWhen l order
you turn out the storekeeper and break oui
more pie fruits from the store room.n Sever
bells-3 80 a. m.-"Pie fruits all gone, sir.
Nothing leftf' "Nothng, only mince
500 ahead on themince, then . Three bells
$50 a M, and fog lifting little" Mince al
gone now; what nextf ''Go ahead on th,
empty crusts TIL | tell him to stop" Sil
bells-7 a m, sun coming up and captain
coming down-"Very sorry, sir, pastry room
all chock ablock with pies, sir, and over
flowed into the galley and pantry to that ex
tent that it's all the cooks and walters can d
not to step on EN-"
very good; then fetch the pastry cool
TO me-"
Pastry cook alone with cap'n In chartroom
"And now, Mr.. Pastry-cook, what in you
, opinion is the probability Of the captain 0
this ship being able TO have a slice Of pi
d when he orders itf'
Wen, sir, il was Just pitiful to see that poo
pastry cooks face break all up like Januar-
thaw and two big lines Of tears organic
4 themselves on his pasty cheeks. Ee jus
q heaved one great sob and made out to say
4 ''Oh, cap'n, my pore sperrit is just broke a
4 to nothln' Have mercy on me this time, siI
: and won't never do SO no more, not nevert
4 III hush il Capt Try didn't have TO bio,
4 his nose with that red bandanna when h
4 told me tho story. And wild horses wouldn
4 drag those two men apart after that AND
= hold on a minute the Storage Just lived o
pies mince and lemon and cranberry an
4 goodness knows what all, the last two day
just tickled to death Doctor growled, bu
= nobody minded him And every Of thos
seventeen hundred and thirty-nine assorte
pies bad pricked on the top crust, with littl
!, machine pardoned out burglar in the staei
age got up and passed in to Terry Hut, thes
narrowing words. PITY the poor pastr
cook
3 At last tho Era lay TO OF the bar waitir
for daylight Up comes shirt-sleeves-p pant
Z y in-your~ boots committee, with $3.50 IN clea
= sock aud a lot OF resolutions in a stickin
plaster box, bo buy the cap'n gold chr
/ nometer watch and chain with one Of tho
!, tasty quartz nuggets dangiing from it for
20 seal And you can believe il OF not Just
you like, but the old man just up and say
n Sorry, eenticmen, companys rules, give
= TO the pa@ry cook, he's your bensfactoT
K So they did, and 70 his dying day the fir
IN thing theEDoughboy of the Waybosh used
do WHOM he came sober again was to save
and take that watch and chain out OF paw