Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-08-18

breath of air rippled the surface Of the sea or futtered the canvas we spread. By o'clock sort of bluish gray haze crept over the sky, but the heat was none the less oppressive.
 .The captain walked the deck and raved. Do yoa know where we are? he snarled at Corello. The natives who in- habit this country are cannibals! What if they should take a fancy to attack us now? We'd all be served in soup and roasts.'
 The skipper seemed to blame the mate. and in less than three minutes an other row had begun. This time the master did order Corello to be seized and i ironed. but the order was not obeyed. Not man moved to carry out the com mand. Instead the sailors stood scowl- ing at their captain.
 "'What's this?' he roared, his face growing black. Do you refuse to obey me? By h-l, this is mutiny"
 We are seek of you,' calmly said | Corello. We serve you ze way ze crew of ze Ella Noble was serve. Grab him, l ladsr
 The skipper snatched out pistol and retreated a few steps. swearing to blow Olll llIt OL tiILls oL III NllS u to touch him. saw a Portuguese creep ing catlike up behind the man, and l | knew the brig would soon be in the pos session of the mutineers unless some un- | foreseen occurrence prevented. At this very instant Bildad Downes, cockeyed old tar. shouted:
 "'Canoes putin off from shore loaded with blackskins! There's piles of 'en, an they're all armed. We're in for a fghtr
 4 Tn one instant the mutiny was over. l Every man realized our peril, and they ! jumped to the rail to get look at the | approaching canoes. Downes had told the truth. A regular war party of the | cannibals were coming off to attack the brig.
 Muskets and cutlasses. menr thun- l dcred the captain. Train the gun on 'em and blow 'em out of the water"
 Our only chance was to fight, and that chance was really slim one, as we were badly prepared for such an encoun- | ter. Our heavy gun was a rusty old | thing. and it was doubtful if it would do much execution. But we were not | destined to fire a shot.
 1 suddenly a great cry went up from | the threats of the natives, and the ca noes sat motionless on the glassy water, l while the black faces of their inmates were turned upward.
 l "'Great God! Look there.
 The sailor who uttered the cry point ed almost directly overhead, and there We saw q most astounding spectacle. 4 two masted schooner turned bottom up ! 1,-.,,,3 Saa,,, honc s11STNanip7 int fba ail amid the bluish haze that overspread the sky. Every sail was set, but they hung idle like our own, as if she was also be calmed. We could look directly upor the deck, but not living thing seemed stirring about her. She was deserted. | But the most singular part of it all i
 that 1 could read her name, and I sweal
 she was the lost schooner Ella Noble.
 In few moments she began to fad,
 from view. Dimmer and dinner grew
 her outlines, and she was finally swal
 lowed up and lost in the haze. WheI We looked at the cannibals, every cano, was scooting for the shore as fast as pad
 dies could send them. Those native
 were the worst scared lot you ever saw
 and We had no more trouble with them II suppose it is easy enough to accoun
 for the vision of the vessel in the sky b,
 calling it |; mirage, but sailors are might.
 superstit ious. and there were some sobe
 men on the swallow after that. No fur
 ther offer at nutiny was made, and ev ! erythinE moved smoothly to the end O the voyage.
 | But We didn't find the Ella Noble
 and she has never been heard of since."- | New York Dispatch.