The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1890-11-07

aud What wss 10 coma: and they vent into
the cemmodore's cabin, where they remain.
cd ever 90 long time.
Let Ne 60 back this sane week again
avery long seven days Il has been FOL
everybody, particularly 20 for the ice. eyed
man, who Was extremely anxious, % he
kicked and lashed his mule. and kept look.
ing around the south side ofJamsica. from
Portland Point to Pedro Blur aud Hsu
Nesril. throwing ray Of cold frost thsrs
day and night. supscting that tall doctor "a
come ssridinR along In the deep water, head
ing due north.
And at last the dark figure hove In sight
IN the schooner Rosalie-ths sweet craft
sktmmins exulingly over the seas, kissing
them occasionally with both her dainty,
glistening cheeks. reeling joyously over on
her sides. with her tidy dimnity laced and
spread In one aat sheet Of white; while the
slender arms bent like whalebone 10 the
freshening breeze, and she left the dancing
bubbles sparkling and flashing lovingly in
her wake. as ahe leaped away from theii
liquid embrace.
fell from fresh to light, until ut last, shroud-
ed in thick fog, one sunday morning
when there was no air at all, only o dai
calm, the sea rs smooth as a glass mirror
with the quicksilver clouded.
Then ont sweeps, my lads! Ten Of a
side, and two of those bronzed old lads al
asweep! All except the two after ones,
where Ben Brown ind the tall doctor hand
led one apiece.
Thus. with sails down and bare arms, the
light little Rosalie continued gliding rapidly
over the mirrored surface-a little asham.
ed OF herself, perhaps, Mt being seen in
such scanty rig-while her commander
guided her graceful course, and Harry
Greenfield peered about forward to see
that no harm should arrest her dainty foot.
steps.
Presently We heard the toll of bell.
The sweeps passed-the hide ground rest
ing on the tholl pins, and the water mining
from their broad blades.
That must be man -of-war of here on
the quarter" exclaimed the young officer of
the tiller, ringing for church.
The old seamen at the sweeps uncon.
sciously took of their hats, wiped the
sweat from their brows. and listened.
1T can hardly be the Monongahela,
a breeze to wind'ard, off the island"
Still the schooner glided on noiselessly
over the sea, until minute later, Harry
Greenfield sung out
sport, sir! or we be plump into vessel
here ahead"
The helm was put down, and the Rosalie
sheered of to starboard within biscuit toss
Of q large brig.
by my grandmother's wig" said Ben,
that's the old Martha Blunt"
Henri. said Paul Darcantel in French.
in his deep voice, "the last request shall
ever make is to keep on. There is not q
moment to lose."
Give way, men!" shouted the officer in
q decided tone, as the words came with a
stiaed grasp from his heaving breast, while
the sigh that followed was drowned in
the splash of the sweeps in the water rs
they again chafed in their gromets, and the
foam flashed away from the blades astern.
Give way, my lnds! Another thousand
dollars it We get up to the Key before dark!
said the deep, low toneo Of the toll doctor.
Good Heaven!" roared voice from on
board the brig, now shutup again all alone
in the fog-"if that old Niger has not gone
and jumped overheard, my names not
Binks."
All right, Mr.. Binks; Banou is safe!
Send boat on board the Monongahela,
and report that the schooner Rosalie has
passed ahead, went back in aclear note.
1t was some considerable time before
Binks could believe that he had not been
hailed by David Jones himself, for he had
seen nothing-being at the time in the low
er cabin reading his Bible, and writing his
nalne "Binnacle Binks, master of brig
Martha Blunt, on the Hy-leaf, and he was
only disturbed in this praiseworthy occu-
patton by heavy body plunging overheard,
and by one Of the drowsy crew who had,
with bis comrades. been sleeping near re-
porting that circumstance with his eyes half
shut
Then young Binks took considerable more
time to get boat lowered, and send her,
with the cabin boy othe large frigate close
on his beam, whose bell had just struck
seven.
The boat, too, with four sleepy hands to
pull her took considerable time to find the
ship, and then the whistles were piping to
dinner, and all the good people from the
brig, with the flag officers, had retired to
the com modore's cabin for luncheon.
When Jacob Blunt heard the newe, re-
gardless of sherry and cold tongue, he
himself got in his boat, leaving his passen-
gers in an excited frame of mind, but rlther
comfortab lie on the whole, md returned TO
I he teak bosom of his Martha.
CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.