The Press., 1892-04-14

apology for spinnaker. It seemed to have the pulling power of several dray horses, and under it's influence the schooner forged ahead and by nightfall was out of sight, much to the surprise and disgust of Captain Cuddington, who put no faith in humanity and was not sure that his mate would not put into some southern port and sell the, craft and run sway with the money. That's what Cuddington would have done if he had been in the mates sea boots, but the mate was constructed on different and fairer lines. The sailors on the brig had hard time of it the rest of the voyage. It was clew up and hoist up continually. The old man gave the boat no rest, but cracked on canvas in the hope of catching up with the schooner, making sail between the squalls with no regard for his scanty crow. The sailors said he was like a Portuguese devil; when he was good he was too good, but when he was bad he was d-d bad.
 One night not so very long after Cape Ann light was sighted, and at dawn the brig sailed into Gloucester harbor. The schooner was there moored to a wharf, looking as pretty as picture. She had arrived ten days before the brig, having been blessed with fair winds all the way, which made her reel off the knots in regular clipper style.
 After the brig had been made fast to her dock aboard came the mate and
 walked at to where the skipper stood on the quarter deck. He looked pale as ghost and sicker than dog.
 "Jack, my hearty, how are you?' ex- claimed the captain as he seized hold of the mates starboard fipper. Come below and take nip"
 The mate followed the old man into the cabin. He moved in istless, slip shod sort of way. His former energy and smartness had departed. He looked as limp as wet swab. Was this the man that had played the skipper the practical joke of sailing around him and making fun of him few short weeks before?
 s'Why, what's the matter with you?" asked the old man, pouring himself out half tumbler of rum and passing the demijohn to the mate.
 tPu tell you what's the matter" re- piled the mate; ''that internal schooner is haunted. My God, what a time put in aboard of herv'
 ssAvast there! Johnny, my lad, soft ly, softly! There are no such things as ghosts. Besides, if there are, it is no use making song about those on the schooner. am going to sell her for a fisherman, and want no ghostly yarns spread abroad about this craft. So just clap stopper on your jaw tackle until we get good price for her. And hark ye, my lad, I'm going to do the hand some thing by you. If you keep your tongue between your teeth this schooner will be matter of $200 in your pocket. Take another nip, and when the vessel is disposed of you can spin me the whole yarn"
 About month afterward the schooner was sold to old Eben Fish, who was the owner of little fleet of fishing vessels Some of them used to fish on St. Georges bank for the Boston market. Others were engaged in the codfsheries on the Newfoundland Great banks, and it was for this industry that the schooner was fitted out. She seemed we'll adapted for this work, being an excellent sea boat and very fast, as was proved by her remarkable passage to Glouces- ter under jury rig. She was hauled up on the ways and the necessary alterations were made in her to fit her for her new business. Her hull was constructed of live oak and teak and she was as sound in all respects as on the day she was launched. Old Fish stuck two beautiful sticks of Oregon pine in her and her new sails had as much trouble taken over them as the canvas of 8 yacht.
 It was 8 proud day for old Fish when the schooner slid off the ways, and his pretty daughter Polly broke bottle of wine on her sharp and graceful stem and shouted at the top of her sweet voice, ''I christen thee Albicore, and may you be lucky"
 An albicore is a fish of the tunny kind and of remarkable swiftness, and a gi1ded head of one carved quite artistic ally adorned the bows of the schooner
 A crew was shipped, about half of them being Portuguese, and under the command of Captain Peter Ogd F, she started out on her first trip to the Grt banks. | was aboard, having shippe as ordinary seaman. We piled the cal vas on her, and with splendid quarter ing breeze away she flew on her course like some strong and beautiful bird of the ocean. All hands were delighted with her.
 The skipper went into ecstasies over her behavior, especially as she passed every craft she encountered. She made