The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-04-21
THE BOUNDING BrL1ow HomEwARD BOUND.

when seated at the dinner-table at sea take
and cut up half a dozen raw onions, and
placing them on top of six uncooked red
herrings, would pour over all half pint of
sweet oil, the same quantity of vinegar, a
tablespoonful of mustard, sprinkle it with
red pepper, mix and then gulp the whole
lot down. He claimed that it gave him an
appetite for his dinner. l had heard Of
Be- "eye-openers" and ''nightcaps," and for
the first time | met q man who relished
monday stomach-opener. "Y GU fellows"
he used to say laughingly, "eat to live, but
Hive TO eat"
The previous voyage he married a young
girl IN Messina that he courted from her
childhood through the postoffices of two
continents, but they never met until the
day she became his wife. She too was an
Austrian, and came from her husbands
native place. He carried her to sea with
him. She was a tall, handsome young
woman, with dark, rolling eyes that blazed
in their sockets; her head was heavily COW
cred with waving mass of coal black hair
that hung loosely over her shoulders, reach
ing to the knees, and she had a complexion
that resembled a Spanish olive She was
approaching her twenty-ffth birthday.
couldn't speak a word of English, and |
took her to be the old mans daughter
when we first met and modestly apologized
for calling her miss.
We were bound for Malta with cargo of
New England rum and leaf tobacco. When
we arrived at Valetta, the chief seaport of
the Maltese group, our consignees notified
US that the cholera was raging there in all
its virulence; and as we had to 90 to other
Mediterranean ports for home cargo we
were ordered to discharge in quarantine.
We proceeded to do so, but one afternoon
Captain Vidulich accidentally brushed up
against lighteFman, who reported the oc-
currence to his superior officer and he i'm
mediately ordered US into pratique.
We now came in contact with the resi-
dents, as all who wished went ashore.
There was one among the crew forward
who couldn't be induced to go. He was a
superstitious German sailor named George,
and he had such a dread OF the cholera
that no amount of coaxing could get him
70 leave the vessel.
Alter the freight was all out we sailed
Tor Irapani, an out-of-the-wav place, to
serve four weeks sentence in quarantine,
and we were beating mp the Sicilian Sea
against light head wind, when at four
bells III P; M my stateroom door was
opened and whispered voice called, "Mr.
Kearney, oh, Mr. Kearney, wake up, sir,
wake up. George is very sick. Pm half
Altered It's the cholera he's got"
The devil you say!'
''Tis true, sir"
go tell the captain then" said, "but
be careful; don't let Mrs. Vidulich hear
you"
Il did, sir"
"Did his wife hear YOU
'She must have, for when shutting the
door | heard her say something to the
odd man in Italian.
What did he say? ?"
He told me to tell you that he was
little bit under the weather, for YOU to get
up, go and see George, and do what You
could to relieve him. '-1' %
1t was Mr.. Cushing who called and woka
me out of a sound sleep. He was the sec
ond and | the first mate of the Bounding
Billow.
We left Malta that morning, and during
the last dog watch George took his trick az
the Wheel l stood close to the pinnacle