Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1893-12-19

i -s... !. 80 " rum ana passing the
defnijohn to the mate. =
In tell you what's the matter > "a
pied the mate; that internal schooner
y haunted My God. what time put
10 aboard Of herf'
"Avast therei Johnny, my lad. soft-
~. softlyI There are no such things az
ghosts. Besides. ii there are. It il No
use making a song about those on the
schooner am going to sell her for a
fisherman, and want no ghostly yarns
spread abroad about this craft 10 inst
clap stopper on your jaw tackle until
we get a good price for her. And bark
ye, my lad, I'm going to do the hand
some thing by you If you keen your
tongue between your teeth this schooner
Will be matter Of 500 in your pocket
rake another nip, and when the vessel
" 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 codfisheries on the
newfoundland Great banks, and it was
for this industry that the schooner was
ntted out. She seemed well adapted
ior this work, being an excellent sea
boat and very fast. as was proved
Dy her remarkable passage to Glouces-
ter under jury rig. She was hauled
up on the ways and the necessary
alteratlons were made in her to fit
ner 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 IA
much trouble taken over them as the
canvas of a yacht
1t was a 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, II christen thee Albicore and
may you be lucky"
An albicore is a fish of the tunnv
kind and Of remarkable swiftness. and
gllded 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 Ogden she
started out on her first trip TO the Grea,
banks. was aboard, having shipped
as ordinary seaman. We piled the can.
vas on her, and with splendid quarter
ing breeze away she few 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
an excellent passage to the banks and
let go anchor in favorite spot of the
shippers. where the Goldfish always were
hungry. The ten dories were put over
board, and the fishermen were soon haul
ing up their tinny prey. We met with
80 much success that few of us deter
mined to fish all night. 1t was lovely
night. The moon shone on the placid
water, which was as smooth as land
locked pool without a ripple. There
was slight haze on the silvery sea, and
the stiffness and silence were actually
oppressive.
The good luck of the fishermen con-
tinued. The Goldfish were biting we'll
The phosphorescent CLEAN of the fish as
they were hauled from the dark depths
OF the sea illuminated the water and
they could be seen struggling wildly on
the hooks many fathoms beneath the
surface. There isn't very much senti-
mentalism in fisherman, and the fell
lows in the dories smoked their pipes
and spun their yarns in the intervals be-
tween bites.
The striking of eight bells on French
fishing vessel anchored few hundred
yards from the Albicore announced the
midnight hour. A dago on one of the
schooner's dories began singing in a
melodious voice the Hymn to the Vir
GIN 1t was either Spanish or Italian,
don't know which (having been edu-
Gated in the forecastle, where there was
precious little book learning) But this
| do know, that the strains were the
sweetest and most thrilling had ever
listened to. OF course the somber SUR
roundings made the hymn more impress
sive
My dory mate was a Portuguese
Suddenly he clutched my arm. my
God" he cried Look at the schooner
And looked. She was about fifty yards
off, and in the brilliant moonlight every
thing was clearly visible. On her quar-
ter deck, which seemed to be enveloped
in luminous mist resembling the halo
which eucircles the moon and gives
warning of the coming tempest, armed
men were fighting, clad in picturesque
garb, with crimson sashes around their
waists and red caps on their heads. We
could hear their cutlasses clash and
their imprecations ring out on the still
air
"They are Spanish pirates. and they've
seized the schooner" said the Portu-
guese,
Three bodies were thrown overheard
from the Albicore. We heard the plash
as they struck the water and saw the
bubbles rising as they sank. Then sud-
denly the noise ceased and the midnight
assassins vanished into thin air.
Then a CHEEKY voice sang out loud and
clear from the Albicore: Come along
side, boys I've got steaming kettle
of coffee for you on the galley fire."
It was the voice of the cook, and was
the most welcome sound that ever
reached my ears. We pulled alongside
and climbed aboard The cook had been
in the galley since 10 O'Clock making
himself a suit of canvas clothes. he