New-York tribune., 1890-04-20
THE OLD PURSER'S YARN.
4 PROUD PANTRYMAN.
copyrioht: 1890 : By The Ne,c. Yorn Tribune


another Pzarro in the pantry. But then' sucl'
another never was cast in snglicatc. Sir ana nouu
smashed
Confound the creature you would have thoucht'
now you surely would. that what with tle co'i'
bunkers under his lee and the ash shc gioainS
away all day for a warning, and what with our od
friend Terry Hut or the Doughboy of the "ayoosh
aboard TO point the moral OF IT, something might nave
acted as a canton signal to Don Pizarro anu hcpV
his toes TO the deck But that Just shows how oi'eh
YOU never sailed with old Pz. Bless your soul. nc
want a-Iearnng anything from any Doughboys OF
any waybosh: he was Just a-giving private lessons
to that sort Of select pupil lie was spanish as sh'
is danced. If you como to that, Terry Hut only
made things by putting in his oar. loatng
I'm Of a morning. making believe to want something
that Want there all the time wanting to warn
pizarro of his fate. Look out, Pizzero," he would
say, shaking his head he retrcated to the galley
mind out for yourself. my Spanish ingun,'
and then he would point long
malaral foreGnger at the captains bell
lurking coilcd up Just over the proud pantryman's
head as he stood defiant at his plate polishing. As
much to say. Steer clear of the old man, you give
him q wide berth. my monkey" All. carrramba!
Heeyah. carrrrrajol" Senor Don Pizarro would cry
out "Oocarrre? Rrrrrrrrngabcdam." And so he
would Shake his little round head and every little
grease curl on it, and set the earring In that star
board car of his to ratlng like a crazy-bug And II
you ever clapped eyes ripe currant twiddling in
gold prctzcl dancing and dangling from Mexican
car Won know Just how the entire ships company felt
about this thing and Just why Cap'n Try ached to
tweak II.
Even on that same old West Coast Of theirs where
the tribes come Spanish halfSpanish. civilized ana
enlightened (sec small gcographies) would have
said the proudcst panryman that ever ratified an
earring in your would have had more aad better
sense than TO try TO get into the unsuspectng shps
articles by any such wild tandem of name as Jose
Maria Juan E,isabetta Gonzales de Montczuma "
Iztaccihuatl. or words to that effect Why the whole
columns only three fingers wide. Sailor men don't 20
to sea towing any such raft OF that astern;
not IL you believe me. they don't. J. Smith. G.
Brown W. Robnson-that's their style. FIJI em III
by fancy any time like as not and shanghai the
men to match when you. can. So down goe Scnor
Don Ixywhatssnamc as plain John Jones. The BOYS
called him all the you can think Of and some
you can't from Wan IIo-nez via Volcano touching at
Chicken Colorao to Ipccachuana and back again
to Pzarro: and there the joke stuck.
In the bay of Panama 1t oheerlcssy. O. boys)
Of boiling Sunday afternoon, was standing by the
side Of Mr. Penimon the oldest mate in the f. and f.
service land do believe the Oldest mate in the whole
floating world) when he shut his weather eve and
spat to lceward the rail and said 81 scent
trubbn when her clmbn' the
plank. Especially when its painted out IN three
coats o. yalla ochrc." That was when
Don Pizarro first came wriggling aboard from The
tender all fcccd ont for bullfcht like. and by then
ia cot to be that sea-wise that tackled 10 the mates
meaning and OH it did good all through and up and
down again 10 sec Mr.. Pcnmon lift that pack Of many
coors clear across the deck at ono kick. P!zarro
looked Spanish improved corhscrew-action clzzaid-
peelers for maybe eighth of minute; but some
how one peep into the bright. cool. steel blue OF that
weather eye Of Martin Penmon's seemed 10 soothc
these chaps like the show window of cutters shop.
So exit Pzarro into pantry. And now the fun be-
gins.
Well. sir pledge you my word, cltron imp like
that just brew the deucc's own birthstone candle
for whole ships company. Especially in the pan
try. Don't ask me why, for can't tell you; no
body can, but it is And till the salt
bols will ship be In hotter water than This
Pizarro of the Pantry kept the Golden State all that
trip. And long she was. for I'll hush If the
old thing didn't pick ont that very 10 90 and
crack her shaft. Just to spin out the fun When he
wasn't fighting he lying and when he was neither
fighting nor lying lie was shriekin drunk some
complicated half breed drunk producer The wonder
is he didn't burn the ship mp before she made Aca
pulco In that hot hole fondly hoped we had lost
him. for this lovely lar WHO pretended 70 be
Chileno of noble birth. own something to Bolivar. for
instancc-oi. l forgot TO mention Bolivar W. John
sing OF his pet namcs-sneaked ashore in tho
potato-boat to dodge half-cad hag with the
figure OF monkey. the complexion Of a frost-bten
pumpkin and hair like cocoanut. whom he spicd
coming alongside among the bananas But Donna
Elvra was safe ashore again than back
Pizarro. late at night in the last boat. dancing
drunk the turtles: and at two bells in the
morning they finishing him with coal
pick lying his face in the forward bunker with
soup to-day done in red paint the back Of his
best fandan go Jacket.
Why didn't the Capn punish hm1 We'll, who
says he didn't? But you can't keep pantryman
shoveling coal the whole voyage, you know; and il
it comes to guessing, why partly it that Pzarro
old established pet and nuisance in the Inc.
and this was Cap'n 1ry's first whack at him; and
partly Capn Try had that queer style Of patience that
your monkcyshincrs forever miscalculatinG-likc
pipe o. rum-hods out long at last they begin
think the grog is going to hold ont forever and Just
then the last ration Is abubbling in the bung. And
finally Just guess lie the least bit ashamed Of
himself for being made seasck every time he caught
sight Of that juggling iewery with the cInrart in it,
and Of his earnest longing TO jerk the thing clear
Then again, can't laugh and grow angry In the
same breath, and we were always having fun out Of
tho Mexican when he was sober. Seventeen
years cruising hadn't taught him English.
How do you spell 'aguacatcY" some passenger
would ask. "steward. send for Plzarro" says Cap'n
Try. "Pizarro. tell these gentlemen how you spell
acuacate."
a. c. A.,' says Don Pzarro reaectivcly and
stops.
"wen, Go on What comes ncxt1p
More than one." says Plzarro briskIyr more than
one. S."
Laughter and sulks.
Bit see how pride brings on its own worst
plight. If 1T hadn't been for Stick Cinnamon oh.
yes. Stick Cinnamon was the cap'ns boy; real boy,
not an old. old man they mostly arc and long.
and slim, and brown. and dustydry and hollow that
the ships doctor. old Spatcheloc made the one hit
of his dreary life by CHANGING on that name. Pizarro
despised that boy sight. From dcsplsing hating
from hating to teasing the life ont OF him. the proud
pantrymsn passed in the turning of dish in its
native towel. Presently, then. the captains bell
began to ring oftcner than II answered Pizarro
began keeping the ringing secret when his place
was. you know TO shout Capn's boy" the Captain
began to rage nwardly and, indeed outwardly. for
getfu} Of the L. and +. Company's lofty rules regard
ing bad language: Pzarro began to grin and laugh
Ia sly and dry little keekeekcc infuriang to a white
car without carring); Stick Cinnamon began to
cry; and thcreupon the second steward and the
stceragc cook began to cuff him. You that little