Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-02-15

Hotel at Genoa. But here, too, 1 was bored,
and began to wonder what had brought
me. 1 knew no one in the place, and, hat
ing sightseeing, what was 1 to DO?
After dinner lit a cigar and strolled
down to the port, looked at the many Curl
Gus and varied craft packed together in the
basin, and watched the picturesque groups
of sailors from all parts of the world.
| While lounging about I came across a lot
Of rough-lOOking Italian sailors dressed in
blue jerseys and jelly-bag scarlet caps. They
particularly attracted me, for, being a bit Of
an artist, have an eye for color, so I stood
Watching them for q minute or two while
they were talking eagerly together, and
| caught the words Garibaldi and Caprera.
said before that am given to sudden i'm
| pulses. One Of these now seized me. Why
| not 90 and visit this hero In his island home?
True, did not know him personally, but 1
had always heard that he liked Englishmen,
and received them Hospitality 1 was one Of
| his most ardent admirers, and here was an
opportunity of making his acquaintance and
of seeing his strange home.
Half an hour before 1 had no more thought
of Garibaldi than the man in the moon. and
now 1 found myself suddenly engroased BY
the idea, as if a visit to Caprera had been
the dream of my life. But now was it to be
managed9 walked up and down for amin
ute or two thinking, and then determined
to speak to this group of sailors. am
good italian scholar, so had no difficulty up
on that score, although sailor patois is
rather different from the language used in
polite society.
1 approached the group and wished them
'tBuona serra;" then addressing myself to
tall, broad-shouldered fellow with long
black shaggy beard, I asked him if he
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willing to take passenger.
Italians are very inquisitiVe race, and
the fact that I, stranger, had spoken to
one of them, brought all the group, who
had dispersed, close together to hear
what I had to say.
The man had addressed, after looking at
me and then at his companions, said: "Ah,
signore, it will be difficult matter to find a
ship going to Caprera. for there is but little
trade with the island, and it is rather out of
the way for eoasting vessels. I am only q
common sailor, but here il the 'Dadrone'
Bartolo; he is the owner Of felueca which
trades between Genoa and Leghern; he may
perhaps be able to tell the siQnore what he
asks. En-, Bartolo, what Go you say7"
Bartolo, thus addressed, came up to me
with his hands in his trouser pockets and a
pipe in his mouth. He was a short wlry-
looking man, with black mustache and q
dirty, unshaven face. He had q most evil
expression Of countenance, with a sqaint in
his right eye, and when he intended to smile
he seemed rather to irOwn. Altogether he
was about as untakine-looking an individual
as I ever met.
repeated my question to him.
'Well," he said, ''I don't often 90 to Ca
prera, for it isn't worth my while; but to-
morrow night am sailing for Leghorn, and
as times are bad, if the 'signore' likes TO
make some arrangement with me and my
cousin. who goes with me, we might manage
to leave our regular course and land the
signofe on the island, bat must first con-
suit with him, as he is part owner Of the
craft"
The plan seemed as ii it might answer. 50
I sent him of for bis cousin to heighboring
wine shop. aud they soon returned together.
He was q very different looking man from
Bartolo, and rather liked his appearance.
A tall, stout-looking sailor with q bland
smile, but noticed that he was entirely
under Bartolo's thumb, and agreed with him
in everything he said.