Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-08-07
The Story of a Wreck.
Thrilling and Romantic Account of
 @ Mutiny at Sea
BY W. CLARK RUSSELL.

OI w. NINNN HOSoEIES But you are really the skipper of this ship, and since you objected did not argue" saved him." rejoined Stevens, gruffiy. II say we couldn't Who's to see him in the dark? We should have had to burn flare for the boat to find us, and what with our driftin' and their lumpin' about, missing their road, and doing no airthly good, we should ha' ended in losiu' the boat"
 He hung about the deck for whole hour, though 1 had offered to take the boatswain's watch, and go turn and turn about with him (Stevens), and he had long yarn with the man at the wheel, 1ich 1 contrived to drop in upon after awhile, and found Cornish explaining exactly how the boatswain fell overheard, and corroborating my story in every particular.
 Thus, laborious as my stratagem had been, it was, as this circumstance alone proved, in no sense too labored; for had not Cornish seen with his own eyes the boatswain and myself standing near the boat just before I gave the alarm he would in all probability have represented the affair in such a way to Stevens as to set him doubting my story, and perhaps putting the men on to search the ship, to see if the boat swain was overheard. He went below at two O clock.
 The sea fell calm, and the wind shifted round to the nor ard and west wari, and was blowing steady, pleas ant breeze at six bells. The stars came out and the horizon cleared. Soon the dawn broke and Stevens went below to put on his coat and cap and top boots, ill order to relieve me, for it was now four o'clock. The dawn had broken with every promise of fine day.
 was thoroughly exhausted, not so much from the want of rest as from the excitement l had gone through. Still, l had part to play before l turned in; so l stuck my knuckles in my eyes to rub them open, and waited for Stevens, who presently came on deck.
 'Tm growed sick O the sight O this poop" he growled to me- Sick the sight O the whole vessel. Fus part O the voyage I was starved for food. Now, with the bosom overheard, I'm starved for sleep. How long al we going to take to reach FIoridaP Sink me if 1 shouldn't ha' voted for some nearer coast had I known this voyage wur going to last to the day O judgment"
 ''If it don't fall calm,' answered, ''I may safely promise to put you of the coast of Florida on Friday after noon."
 He thrust his hands into his brooches pockets, and stared aft.
 '1 am very much troubled about the loss of the boson," said I.
 Are youP" he responded, ironically
 ''He was civil man and a good sailor."
 "Yes; I dessay he was, But he's no use now"
 He deserved that we should have made an effort to save him.''
 Well, you said that before, and l said no; and l suppose I know wot J mean when says no.
 But won't the crew think me heartless rascal for not sending boat to the poor fellowP" demanded, pro tending to lose my temper.
 "The bosom was none so popular don't make no mistake. He wasn'l one of - where are you drivin' to, MT. RoyleP Can't you let drownded man alonep he cried, with an outburst ot passion. But immediately he softened his voice. and. with look of indescrib able cunning, said: ''Some of the hands didn't liko him, of course; and some did. and they'll be sorry. am one oi them as did, and would ha' saved him if l hadn't feared the masts, and reck. oncd there'd be no use in the boat grop- in about in the dark for drownin' man."
 No doubt of that" l replied, in 8 most open manner. "You know the course. MT. Stevens? You might set the foretop-mast stun'-sail presently, for we shall have fine day"
 And with civil nod left him, more than ever satisfied that my stratagem was complete success.
 l bent my ear to Miss Robcrtson's s cabin as passed, to hear if she were stirring. All was still; so passed on to my berth, and turned in just as was, and slept soundly till eight o'clock.