The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1891-01-02

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cased cargo Is feet below; and one in
supportable night the sheath knife
dropped from the fo'c's'le. and this time
| it drew blood. So Nurkeed made COM
psaint; and, when the Saarbruck reached
Bombay, fed aud buried himself among
| SOC. 900 people, and did not sign articles
till the ship had been month gone from
| the port. Pambe waited too; but his
Bombay wife grew clamorous. and he
was forced to sign in the Spicheren to
Hong Kong, because he realized that all
play and no work gives Jack a ragged
shirt In the foggy China Seas he
thought great deal of Nurkeed, and
when Elsass- Lothringen steamers lay in
port with the Spicheren inquired after
him and found he had gone to England
lvia the Cape on the Gravelotte. Pambo
went to England on the Worth The
S icheren met her by the More Light
Nurkeed was going out with her to the
Calicut coast.
asNant to find a friend, my trap
mouthed coal scuttle?r said gentleman
| in the mercantile service; nothing
easier. Wait at the Nyanza Docks till
he comes Every one comes to the
Nyanza Docks. Wait you poor
heather. The gentleman spoke truth.
There are three great doors in the world
whereat if You stand long enough, you
shall meet any one you wish. The head
| of the Suez Canal is one. but there death
comes also; Charing Cross Station is the
second - for inland work; and the
INyanza Docks is the third. At each of
these places are men and women looking
leternally for t1ose who will surely come.
So Pambe waited at the docks. Time
twas no object to him; and the wives
could wait. as he did from day to day,
week to week, and month to month, by
the Blue Diamond tunnels, the Red Dot
smoke stacks. the Yellow Streaks, and
the nameless dingy gypsies Of the sea
that loaded and unloaded, jostled, whis-
| tied, and roared in the everlasting fog.
When money failed, kind gentleman
told Pambe to become Christian; and
| Pambe became one with great speed,
getting his religious teachings between
| ship and ships arrival, and six or seven
jshillings week for distributing tracts to
mariners. What the faith was Pambe
did not in the least care; but he knew if
he said Native Kills ti-an, sar, to men
with long black coats he might get few
coppers, and the tracts were vendible at
a little public house that sold shag by
the @dottel, which is even smaller
weight than the @half screw" which is
less than the half ounce, and most
| profitable retail trade.
But after eight months Panbe fell
| sick with pneumonia, contracted from
| long standing still in slush; and much
against his viii he was forced to lie
down In his two and sixpenny room,
raging against Fate.
The kind gentlemansat by his bedside,
and grieved to find that Pambe talked
| in strange tongues, instead of listening
| to good books, and almost seemed to be-
come a benighted heather again-tiIl
one day he was reused from ssmi-stupor
by voice In the street by the dock
head. my friend - he. whispered
Pambe. @Call now call Nurkeed.
Quickl God has sent himl' @He
wanted one of his own race, said the
kind gentleman; and going out he called,
Nurkeedi" at the top of his voice; and
an excessively colored man in rasping
white shirt and brand new slops, shin
| ing hat, and a breast pin turned round.
Many voyages had taught Nurkeed how
to spend his money and make him cit
| izeh of the world.
Hit Yes!" said he. when the situa-
tion was explained Command him
black nigger-when was on the Saar-
bruck. Ole Pambe. Good old Pambe.
Dam Lascar. Show him up, sar; and
he followed into the room. One glance
told the stoker what the kind gentleman
had overlooked. Pambe was desper-
lately poor. Nurkeed drove his hands
deep into his pockets. then advanced
with clenched fists ON the sick, shouting,
| Hya, Pambe Hyai Hee ahl Hullal
| Hehl Takiloi Takilol Make fast aft.
| lPambe. You know Pambe. You know
me. Dek ho. jeel Lookl Dam big fat
lazy Lascarl"
Pambe beckoned with his left hand.
His right was under his pillow. Nur-
lskeed removed his gorgeous hat and
Isstooped over Pambe till he could catch
q faint whisper How beautiful" said
the kind gentleman: show these Orien-
tails love like childreni"
3Spit him out said Nurkeed, lean
| ing over Pambe yet more closely.
Touching the matter of that fish and
onions. said Pambe--and sent the knife
home under the edge of the rib bone up
ward and forward.
There was a thick sick cough. and
the body of the African slid slowly from
the bed, his clutching hands letting fall
q shower Of silver pieces which ran
across the room.
Now can diei" said Pambe.
| But he did not die. He was nursed
back to life with all the skill which
money could buy, for the law wanted
Ishim; and in the end he grew suffi-
ciently convalescent to be hanged in due
and proper form.
| Pambe did not care particularly; but
It was sad blow to the kind Christian
| gentleman.-[St James Gazette.
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