News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1890-02-20

for tomorrow. He comes up to me
ard lets fly again. He talked as if h
hadn't his right mind, and | tell
that | peered for the CLEAN of knit
in his hand, dark as it was, for he act
ed as if he was going to run amuck
1t was his watch be.ow; there wa
nothing to keep him on eek; while
if couldn't boast of his education
there was nothing ON Gods ocean il
the seafaring line as he was con. peten
to teach me- He cast another look O.
dismay and disgust at the dead man
and stopped TO take breath.
81 could follow him." continued
Gordon, ''by the white of his shirt a
fitting about the deck, and after bi
he walks TO the wheel where Charlie!
was, End spoke to him. There wa
some muttering; then | heard HIM -
pointing with his finger at the body
without looking at it-''talking shril
as a tish-wife, while the half-blood an.
swered sulkily, as a man struggling
with his temper; and this went on till
of sudden, Mr.. Boutwell, made the
cry We must have heard, and before
could run aft he had slipped to the
! companion, where | lost sight of him
/ | found the wheel deserted. The half
| blood had gone forward in the murky
blackness along the line of the lar,
board bulwarks, and though l no.
ticed the slapping of shoes, yet, not
seeing him. | supposed he was still al
the helm. l holloaed for some one 10
lay aft and take the wheel. The mo-
ment lie came, l says, where S
Charles!' In the fox 'sle,' he an
swers. Whats he done?' says l, for
couldn't guess at the truth of the mat
ter from the noise of Mr.. Bothwelrs
yell. Hes knitted the mate says he.
How do you know that?' says /.
Why he says, 'afore dropping down
the scuttle he sings out, s'Nat-Dan-
Terence-is there e'er one of You on
deck?" Il am says /. s'By God!"
says he, ''the mattel trouble us no
more; my knife has found his heart
out? It'll be the shippers turn
next !''"
"When / heard this" continued
Gordon, throwing look up the com
panion-ladder as if he suspected listen
ers there, 81 went forra'ds, put my
head into the scuttle, and called 10
Charles. He answered without show
ing himself. ,ays, 'In Gods name,
what have you gone and done? 'Fve
sent a villain to HE'LL! he answers, 'let
him come back if he cam Some of
the chaps laughed at this. They had
trimmed the fo'k'sle lamps afresh, and
all hands seemed wide awake, as no
doubt they would be after the row of
the pig ID the danger we scraped
clear of; but tell We, Captain Broad
water" he continued, with another
look IN to the ladder. ''hat there was
a sound in them mems laughter which
gave me to know that a cask of gun
powder, with the head knocked off
lying clear for the first spark, wouldn't
be bigger danger in the hold of this,
vessel than's her fo'k'sle to her as it
now stands, SIR"
He paused, dried his face on
great blue handkerchief, and then went
on speaking, hurridly. 81 says,
Charles, You must come out of that
No use skulking below. There's no
stabbing men in this here craft and
lying snug after it. Up with We now!
don't give me the trouble to fetch
ye.' He bawled out curse, keeping
hidden all the time. 1 put my leg
over, but ere l could lift the other,
four or five men sprang under the
hatch, and one of them said: See here,
Mr.. Gordon. We don't owe you no
drudge. These are your quarters as
hey are ourn: but the mans not to be |
ouched. Understand thatl By the
eternal! If so be fingers laid upon
lin he capt'n II answer for it with
lis life! SO aft with We, sir, and give
lin this piece of news from the
1 got out of the hatch. and |
anne away TO tell ye what's hap
ened."
had made up my mind TO offer no
uggestions, and SO contented myself
With watching Broadwater, wondering
What measures such head as his
would be able to devise for the RENE
ing of the horrible mess into which |
le and his mate had plunged us. He |
seemed to wake up when the boatswain |
,eased, and fell to pacing the cabin in |
silence, measuring twenty or thirty |
strides before he spoke. He then said:
Better return on deck, Mr.. Gordon,
and look after the brig, sir. Send
Billy here" Broadwater resumed his
walk.
One wants paint brush instead of
4 quill for such picture as this. The
dead body of the mate; Miss Grant
and composed; the short,
square, muscular figure of Broadwater
pacing the length of the cabin, staring
ahead of him with the blind, wooden
look of figure head; the play of
shadows set dancing by the lamp; the
silence on deck; the soft,
washing sound of water running in
some sobbing black fold along the
bends; the creak and jar of the fabric
as she rolled on the light swell, with
many a muffied note like the short
laughs or sullen grumblings of COM
pany of giants below, stealing to our
ear from the freighted hold say
there is nothing in ink to give you the
color, the horror, the strangeness of
this picture.