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

Before the hands were turned to from
dinner, the cabin-bell rang so violently
that the orderly's brass scale plate fixtures
Oh his leather hat fairly rang too as he
opened the sacred door.
Tell the first lieutenant want him."
Tho dismayed soldier forgot to Law his
white worsted finger on his visor rs he
slammed to the door and marched out on
the gun deck"
Mr.. Hardy. unmoor ship! Hoist Jack
at the fore and fire o gun for pilot! Get
the frigate under way, sir, and be quick
aboutit!"
GAY. ny. sir!"
AS Hardy rapidly passed his old cronies,
who we're trumping along the deck as he
mounted the after ladder, he said. with a
uod-
II haven't seen the commodore in such q
breeze since he blew that Pirate out of wa
ter Mt Darien."
In a minute tho Monongahcla's bell struck
two, and the boatswain and his mates, pin.
ing as if their hairy throats would split.
roared out, "all hands!" and a moment
later, "All hands unmoor ship!"
What the blazes does this mean?" said
cook Of mess to the old quarter master,
who had just come down from his watch.
Mean? why, you lazy blind duff b'iler,
it means that I've lost my blessed dinner. /"
"Hello!" says Rat to Beaver. what
that? Unmoor ship on my liberty day! I
swear Ill resign!"
No you won't REFERS, but you'll trip aloft
as fast as your little legs will ca1y YOU
Mouse in company-upto the fore, main
and mizzen tops, and squeak there asmuch
IS You like; but jump about and look sharp
that nothing goes wrong. or 5lr. Hardy will
be down upon you like main tack.
Bang from thelbow port, and the union.
BLESS my heart. fellows, this is the most
shameful tyranny ever heard Off came
from the ward"room; "nll of us engaged Ia
dine at Kingston this evening, and"
| Its All hands up anchor, gentle
men!"-and away they I'LL went.
"Massa captain" said the shining ebony
pilot, in his snowy suit, rs be took off his
dne white Panama hat, "dis is de ole pilot
ga, Peter Crabreef-name inter dat blacl
rock way dere outside. Suppose you tinl
OBJ beating dis big frigate troo de channel;
Impossible. wild dis breeze!"
Peter Crabreef." said the old saikng.
master to whom these observations wer.
addressed, you had better not give such
hint to that gentleman there in the epau
let's; for if you do, you'll never see Mrs
Cabreef again! You had better keep you
wits about you, too, and plenty of waite
under the keel. for the commodoreis fout
Of water!'
"Sartainly. massa ossifa! is old Peter
md never yet touch nail of man of wa
copper on lie reefs!"
On board the pigmy black schooner near
half dozen old salt veterans were squint
ing at the flagship and holding much de
liberate speculation az to what all the roy
meant. Old Harry Greenfield, howeve,
with Ben Brown, who were the gunner On,
boatswain Of the little vessel, observe,
that, I'm the event of our helm wanted, y,
see, Harry. it WILDE as we'll to have tn
deck tackle stretched along for heayin' in
and get the prop from under the mali
boom"
Even as they spoke. few bits Of squar
hunting went up in balls to the mizen Of tn
frigate. and. blowing ont clear. said, as plat
as flags could speak, Prepare to weigl
anchor!"
Again were heard the quick notes Of III
tifes on both decks, and in less than fiv
minutes more the anchors were Gated, an
the Monongahela. under cloud Of canvas
began TO move.
But where was the Rosalie, late Perdits
oil this time? Why, there she goes will
never q tack through the narrow strait, lyin
over under the press Of her white dimil!
like witch on black broomstick, as oh
shoots out to sea.