St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-11-27

wagon surrounded by the whole village.
There was as much Stir as though a cir
Gus had come to town. ElbOwing his
way through the throng, the skipper
mounted the ''gangway ladder" and
taking the whip hit the horse a smart
crack on the flank.
"Hard-a-starboard, Manuel, my lad:
narrower with your helmr' he shouted.
Inc horse turned round sharply and
galloped off, creating a great disturb
ance among the crowd. which had TO
move lively on its pins. Deacon Whop-
per, typical Jersey jayhawke, whose
movements were always deliberate,
didn't get out of the way quickly
enough and was knocked sprawling on
mother earth. Part of the crowd fol-
lowed the wagon, hooting and jeering,
but they couldn't catch up.
That was rather close call. my
lad, remarked the captain as he wiped
the perspiration from his brow with a
red bandanna. Next time we cruise in
these ATTITUDES We'll bring n harpoon
and boarding pike along or these saw
ages will capture the ship"
Next day the captain was waited upon
by delegation of gOdly men from each
church in the village. They had heard
of his peculiar methods of living, and
were naturally anxious about his i'm
mortal soul. Deacon WhOpper was the
spokesman. He told the skipper that at
ms time OF life ne ought to seek re-
Ilglon, join the church, subscribe liber-
ally to the Society for the Supply of
Cummerbunds with Appropriate Re-
ligiOus Notices to the Heather of Hin
dostan, and lii other ways seek forgive
ness and try to reform his sinful life.
Other speakers followed in the same
strain.
The old man got angry.
''See here" he said, Il have been 60
ing to sea, boy and man, for more than
fifty years. L never took kindly 10 sky
pilots, knowing them to be mutiny
breeders, land when was given the com
mand of vessel never allowed them
aboard. 1t stands to reason that men
who declare that Jack is as good as his
master are not suiting and fitting to
preach to the fOrecaStle. | am
perfectly willing to let you 90
to heaven your own road.
Why can't you leave me free to do the
same? do my own praying in my cabin
and don't make a show of it. | pay nv
debts, speak the truth and no beggar
goes hungry from my door. | haven't
the gift of the CAB, thank the Lord, but
just advise you men to sheer off and
not come within gun-Shot of my house
again."
The delegation retired, muttering
something about ''child of wrath" and
eternal damnatiOn.''
That night the skipper drove down to
the village III his wagon, with Manuel
at the wheel as before. As the night
was dark and fOggy he rugged his side
lights green to StarbOard and red to
port, just like ship, and he carried his
tOghOrn along, which he footed at regu-
lar intervals. He was mObbed as be-
fore.
The JerseyiteS prosecuted the cap
tain Ill their most approved fashion.
They stole his fruit, polluted his well,
poisoned his dogs, stole four bags of
fertilizer out OF his barn, and set fire to
his hay rick. These OtfenSes made the
old man lose his faith in his fellow man.
The worst blow was trick played upon
him by the dominic of cOlored church
who lived in village i've miles
off. This fellow came to him one day
with pItiful tale of sickness and want
IN his own family. The skipper almost
melted to tears. He put his hand in his
pocket and pulled out $25. The DOM
inie retired with vows OF everlasting
gratitude. -Four days afterward Capt.
Peter was aroused by a loud cOmmotiOn
in his chicken house. Turning out of
his bunk, he seized his harpOon. and,
walking Stealthily to the scene of the
noise, was almost paralyzed with hor-
rOr to see the cOlOred pastor in the act
of filling a sack with his fine fat
Brahna fowls. This was too much for
the old man. He hurled the harpOon at
the thief. His passion spoiled his ann
and the weapon lodged in the wall,
missing the midnight rascal by a close
shave. The dominic somehow escaped
IN the confusion. The skipper did not
prosecute him. He only remarked to
Manuel:
Just think of that meaIy-mouthed
hypOcrite coming here begging and get
ting the correct latitude and longitude
of my hen coop for future raid. /
wonder the fellow has the cheek to
preach in the house of the Lord"
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Ten days afterward the captain and
Manuel left Paramus for good. They
took up their quarters in the top floor of
sailmaker's shop in South street, fit
ting it up i'll comfortable manner.
There, within sight of the East river
and the ships, the skipper is in clover
and enjoys life. No ''sky pilots" worry
him and he has no fowls for colored
hypOcrites to steal.
Meanwhile his property at Paramus is
for sale.