The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1890-11-27

heathen." The gentleman spoke truth.
There are three great doors in the W Grid
v-hereat, if yol stand long enough, you
shall meet any one you wish The head
of the s'uez Canal is one. but there death
comes also; Charing Cross Station is the
second = for inland work; and the
Nyanza Docks is the third. At each of
these places are men and women looking
eternaliy for those W no will surely come.
So Panlbe waited at the docks. Time
was no object to him; and the wives
could wait, as he did from day to day,
week to week, and mo. til to mouth by
the Blue Diamond funn s, the Red Dot
smoke stacks, the yellow Streaks, and
the nameless dingy gypsies of the sea
that loaded and unloaded, iostled, whis-
tied, and roared in the everlasting fog.
When money failed, a kind gentleman
told Pambe to become Christian; and
Pambe became one with great speed,
getting his religious teachings between
ship and ships arrival, and six OF seven
shillings week for distributing tracts to
mariners. What the faith was Pambe
did not in the least care; but he knew if
he said Native Kills til an, sar, 10 men
with long black coats he might get a few
coppers, and the tracts were vendible at
a little public house that sold shag by
the "dottel, which is even smaller
weight than the half screw, which is
less than the half ounce, and most
profitable retail trade.
But after eight months Pambe fell
sick with pneumonia, contracted from
long standing still in slush; and much
against his will he was forced to lie
down in his two and sixpenny room,
raging against Fate.
The kind gentleman sat by his bedside,
and grieved to find that Pambe talked
in strange tongues, instead of listening
to good books, and almost seemed to be-
come a benighted heather again-tilI
one day he was reused from semi-stupor
by voice in the street by the dock
head. My friend = he" whispered
Pambe. "Call now * call Nurkeed.
Quick! God has sent him!" HE
wanted one of his own race, said the
kind gentleman; and going out he called,
"Nurkeed!" at the top of his voice; and
an excessively colored man in a rasping
white shirt and brand new slops. shin
ing hat, and breast pin turned round.
Many voyages had taught Nurkeed how
to spend his money and make him cit
izen of the world.
"Hi! Yes!" said he. when the situa-
ton was explained. Command him
black nigger-when I was on the Saar-
bruck. Ole Pambe. Good old Pambe.
Dam Lascar. Show him up, sar;" and
he followed into the room. One glance
told the stoker what the kind gentleman
had overlooked. Pambe was desper-
ately poor. Nurkeed drove his hands
deep into his pockets, then advanced
with clenched fists on the sick, shouting,
"Hya, Pambe. Hya! Hee ali! Hullai
Heb! Takilo! Takiloi Make fast aft.
Pambe. You know Pambe You know
me. Dek no. jee! Look! Dam big fat
lazy Lascar!"
Pambe beckoned with his left hand.
His right was under his pillow. Nur-
keed removed his gorgeous hat and
stopped over Pambe till he could catch
faint whisper. "How beautiful" said
the kind gentleman: show these Orien.
tails love like children!"
Spit him out" said Nurkeed, lean
ing over Pambe yet more closely.
Touching the matter of that fish and
onions, said Pambe-and sent the knife
home under the edge of the rib bone up
ward and forward.
There was thick sick cough, and
the body of the African slid slowly from
the bed, his clutching hands letting fall
a shower of silver pieces which ran
across the room.
"Now can die!7 said Pambe.
But he did not die. He was nursed
back to life with all the skill which
money could buy, for the law wanted
him; and in the end he grew suffi-
GENTLY convalescent to be hanged in due
and proper form.
Pambe did not care particularly; but
it was sad blow to the kind Chris tian
gentleman James Gazette.