Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1892-03-02

hearted as three-year-old. He went
ashore in doleful dumps the most dis
gusted man in Gloucester. We landed
what few fish we had and then all
hands left her. Mr.. Fish tried his hard
est to ship another crew, but those dagos
had spun such yarns about the schooner
that nobody would go to the banks in
her. So the sails were unbent and she
was laid up.
kept logbook in those days The
date of the mysterious apparition was
April IS, 1857.
Five years afterward happened to be
in Boston. The sharks and criinps had
left me stranded, having got every dol
lar out of me that / was paid off with
from bark that brought hides and cop
per ore from Iquique. | was wander
ing around the docks in search of
chance when / came across the Albicore
fitting out for cruise to the banks A
Boston firm had bought her and had put
Captain Bayliss in charge. He was
built on different lines from Captain
Ogden, caring nothing for man nor
devil. | shipped aboard of her, never
mentioning anything OF my past ex-
perience on her. We sailed for the
banks, having good luck on our passage.
We anchored and began our fishing
operations, being fairly successful.
One evening, when putting off in my
dory to fish, happened to remember
that the date was April 13, 1862. Ny
dory mate hailed from Canso, Nova
Scotia, and had as much intelligence as
clod Of clay. We hauled in the cod
fish hand over fipper. About II o'clock
thick fog came up suddenly. l didn't
mind this bit, as / had a pocket com
pass with me and had the Albicore's
bearings carefully noted. She wasn't
more than 300 yards off anyhow, so we
kept on fishing without the slightest
alarm. It was within few minutes
of midnight when we heard the blast of
a steamers whistle, hoarse, yet strident.
It seemed to penetrate the fog and was
certainly quito close. The next thing
we heard was crash of timbers, and
an instant afterward an enormous black
hull glided by swiftly. Her propeller
churned up the water and we heard the
CnrOD OF nef engines.
The Nova Scotian took the oars and !
steered the dory to our schooner. When
we got aboard we found all hands on
deck in state of terror. The steamer
had run into her aft, cutting off pOr-
ton of her long oyerhanging stern. The
found. Her stanch construction had
saved her. The steamer went on regard
less whether she had sunk the schooner or
not Next morning the captain got
aboard my dory and padded him round
under the stern so that he might see what
damage had been done. The steamers
cutwater had shaved a clean slice off
the stern. damned under the transoms
we saw shriveled corpse dressed in
Spanish costume richly adorned with
gold lace. We got stage out over the
stern and hauled the body on deck. I'm
bedded in his left breast was dagger
bearing the inscription, Guerra al Gu
chillo, April IS, 1855" He had been
carefully planked up and concealed.
There was the same old blood stain on
the quarter deck, but it seemed much
fainter than Of old. told the captain
the whole story. He determined to take
the body ashore and give it Christian
burial. We nailed two thicknesses Of
canvas over the shattered stern, staid
long enough on the banks to I'll up with
fish and then set sail for Boston, where
we gave the corpse a splendid long
shore funeral. This broke the spell
The Albicore ever after was the luckiest
craft that sailed to the banks. l think
she is running yet. But l never met
anybody who could clear up the mystery
Of the derelict and her ghostly combat
ants.-A. J. Z. in New York Recorder.