The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1893-01-06

NV hat Kind OF talk Is that"
came to myself in darkness, in great
pain, bound hand and foot, and deafened
by many unfamiliar noises. There sound
ed in my ears a roaring of water as of a
hugo nilldam-the thrashing of heavy
sprays, the laundering of the sails and
the shrill cries of seamen. The whole
world now heaved giddily up, and now
rushed giddily downward; and so sick
and hurt was in body, and my mind so
much COMPOUNDED, that it took me long
while chasing my thoughts up and
down, and ever stunned again by fresh
stab of pain, to realize that I must be
lying somewhere bound in the belly of
that unlucky ship, and that the wind
must have strengthened to gale.
had no measure in time. Day and
night were alike in that i'll smelling
cavern of the ships bowels where lay,
and the misery of my situation drew
out the hours to double. How long
therefore l lay waiting to hear the ship
split upon some rock, or to feel her reel
head foremost into the depths of the
sea l have not the means of computa-
ton. But sleep at length stole from me
the consciousness of sorrow.
was Weakened by the light Of hand
lantern shining in my face. A small
man of about thirty, with green eyes
and q tangle of fair hair, stood looking
down at me.
"Well," said he, show goes it,"
/ answered by sob, and my visitor
then felt my pulse and temples, and set
himself to wash and dress the wound
upon my scalp.
Aye" said he, ga sore dunt [strokel.
What, man? Cheer up! The worlds no
done. You've made d bad start of il,
but you'll make better. Have you had
any meat?'
/ said l could not look at it, and there
upon he gave me some brandy and water
in tin pannikin and Lett me once more
to myself.
The next time he came to see me [
was lying betwixt sleep and waking, my
eyes wide open il the darkness, the sick
ness quite departed, but succeeded by u
horrid giddiness and swimming that
was almost worse to bear.
AThe Slimmer of the lantern as a trap
opened shone in like the heavens sun
light, and though it only showed me the
strong, dark beams of the ship that was
my prison, could have cried aloud for
gladness. The man with the green eyes
was the first to descend the ladder, and
l noticed that he came somewhat I'M
steadily. He was followed by the cap
tain. Neither said word, but the first
set to and examined me and dressed my
wound as before, while Hoseason looked
me in my face with an odd, black look.
''Now, sir, you see Tor yourself" said
tho first; ga high fever, no appetite, 40
light, no meat; you sec for yourself what
that means"
Il am no conjurer, Ir. Eiach,' said
the captain.
"Give me leave, sir,' said Riach;
"you've good head upon your shout
ders and u good Scotch tongue to ask
with, but l will leave you no manner of
excuse; l want that boy taken out of
this hole and put in the forecastle;"
What we may want, sir, is q matter
of concern to nobody but yourself" re-
turned the captain, "but can tell We
that which is to be. Here he is; here he
shall bide."
Admitting that you have.been paid
in proportion" said the other, Il will
crave leave humbly to say that l have
not Paid am, and none too much to
be the second officer Of this old tub, and
you ken very well if do my best to
earn it. But l was paid for nothing
more"
"If We could hold back your hand
from the tin pan, Mr.. Riach, would
have no complaint to make of ye," re-
turned the skipper, "and instead of ask
ing riddles make bold to say that We
would keep your breath to cool your
porridge. We'll'be required on deck,
he added in % sharper note, and set one
foot upon the ladder.
But Mr.. Riacn caught him by the
sleeve.
"Admitting that you have been paid
to do q murder he began.
Hoseason turned upon him with a
flash.
"What'q that" he cried. "What kind
of talk is that?"
at seems it is talk that you can un-
derstand," said Mr.. Riach, looking him
steadily in the face.
"Mr. Riach, / have sailed with ye
three cruises" replied the captain. sir
all that time, sir, We should have learned
to know me; I'm q stiff man and o doui
man, but for what ye say tho now-fy
fy--it comes from bad hc.rt and o
black conscience. If ye say the lad will
| die
AYE, will her said Mr.. Riach.
"Well, sir, is not that enoughr said
Hoseason. "Flit him where you pleased