The morning call., 1891-03-27
A BOYS REVENGE.
This Outrage in Canadian Harbor Was
Quite Justified.


Quite Justified.
Yankees-that is down-East Yankees
are smart, and they do not make any bones
about letting the Nova ScOtians know it.
This is the case especially with the captains
of the maekerei fishing schooners, which are
supposed to fish outside the three-mile limit,
but which, nevertheless, when occasion and
an absence of cruisers permit, will fish right
along the shore. However, like all other
smart people, these fishery captains some
times get left-badly left, says the New
YORK Sun.
During the last fishing season one of these
fore -and-afters, the Bounding Wave, Cap
tain Hank Kellogg made the port of Wal
lace, Nova Scotia, for shelter and water
Wallace is very seldom called upon to ad-
minister to an American fisherman and the
arrival of the vessel caused quite ripple of
excitement amOug the villagers. Tom Slmp-
son, youth of 16 however, viewed the ar
rival of the Bounding Wave with uDeasi-
ness. Tom was the friend, philosopher and
guide of the village in the matter of hunt
lug and all pertaining thereto. tie had a
pair OF wild black ducks, which he had
reared with the help of AL old hen, who, up
to certain stage, had acted as mother OF
the ducks, Tom having robbed nest to
procure the eggs while out hunting one day.
All the captains running into the port were
Instructed not to indulge IN sporting pro-
clivities at the expense OF these particular
ducks, which sailed about the harbnr unmO-
Tested day after day. Accordingly, when
Captain Kellogg cane ashore with his water
butts, Tom duly warned him in regard 10
the water fowl, receiving an assurance from
the captain that the ducks would be sacred
in his and the crews eyes. This assurance
was qualified, however, with sly grin about
the sailors eyes that Tom did not like,
hence the uneasiness before remarked.
Next morning the fSherman's crew was
astir early, likewise Tom, who was sailing
about in his little boat between the Bound
ing Wave and the harbor's mouth. The
ducks, too, were performing their matutnal
toilet with Sundry quacklngs and much
splashing not far from the vessel Tom was
admiring the dexterity with which the crew
were making sail on their craft when all at
once he saw puff of smoke and heard, an
instant later, the report of fowling- piece
issuing from the American fisherman. Then
a boat put off from tie vessels side, two
dead ducks were picked up, and the boat
returned TO the forc-and-after again.
Tom realized then that lis beloved nets
We're no more, and boiling with rage he be-
gan to lay plans for a speedy vengeance on
the American captain. He had with him
in his craft a fowling- piece loaded with
small shot. Extracting the shells he Eammed
| in a coupe more loaded with buckslot and
awaited The coming of the Bounding Wave.
AS before remarked, his boat was between
| the fisherman and the harbor's mouth.
There was fine breeze blowing and the
vessel approached Toms boat at splen-
did rate, her sails bellying in the
breeze, presenting that saucy, independent
go-ahead appearance that only an Ameri-
can fishing vessel can. This was all lost
| on Simpson, who directed his beat to a
point where the schooner would pass him
quite closely, the latter being TO the wind
ward. Just as she was opposite the lad
rasen his guu and blaZed away at the big
mainsail, first one barrel. then the other,
and, quickly reloading, repeated the dose,
| making four holes in that sail zach as big as
| IA mans head, besides sundry smaller ones
| caused by the scattering shot; then pulling
| his helm hard up he was half mile away
| before the American captain realized what
| ali the noise meant. When at last he did
| take the situation in perhaps he wasn't mad.
| He Jumped around the deck and swOre at a
| rate that would have put to shame pirate,
| and his passion increased each moment more
| and more as the fresh breeze widened the
| rents in the mainsail.
| Tom Simpson mourned his pets for many
| day, but consoled himself with the refec-
tion thar, although the ducks were canvas
| backs, there was not enough canvas in them
| TO fix the lnansail. The captain also nc
| doubt learned that, although tile ducks
were good eating, they came rather high
| when the bill for mis- mainsail was placed
| against them.