The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-03-17

par sand or any other little slfeal. Erh
TIE and the crew highly approved of this
piece of seamanship. They set no watch.
lit no lights and at once went TO sleep.
Tim lay down between red and black
lacquer coffin and little live pig In a
basket. As soon as II was light he began
studying his chart of the Hugh mouth
and trying to find out where In the river
he might be. He decided TO be on the
safe side and wait for another sailing
ship and follow her out. So he made an
enormous breakfast of rice and boiled
FISH while Erh TIE lit fire crackers and
burned gilt paper with ostentation.~ Then
they heayed up their rough and tumble
anchor and made after a big, fat. iron
four-masted sailing ship heavy as a hay
vain. The junk, which was really very
weatheriy boat and might have begun
life as a private pirate in AMMAN thirty
years ago. followed under easy sail, and
the four-master would run no risks. She
was in old McEwen's hands and she
waddled about like broody hen giving
each shoal wide allowances. ALI this
happened near the outer Floating light
some 100 miles from Calcutta md 'appar-
entity in the open sea. Jimsknew old Nc
Ewen's appetite and had often heard him
pride himself on getting his ship to the
pilot brig between meal hours. so he ar
gued that IL the pilot brig was geu-able
land Jim himself had not ghost of a
notion where she would be) McEwen
would find her before / o'clock. 1t was n
blazing hot day and McEwen fidgetted
the four-master down to Pilots ridge
with what little wind remained. and sure
enough there lay the pilot brig and Jim
felt cold up his back, as Erh TIE paid
him his 100 rupees and he went oversize
In the. junk's crazy dinghee. McEwen
was leaving the four-master In long
slashing whale boat that looked very
spruce and pretty. and Jim could see
that there was certain amount of ex-
element among the pilots on the brig
There was his father. too. The ragged
Chinese gave way In a ragged fashion
and Jim felt very unwashen and disrep-
utable when he heard the click of Me-
Ewen's oars alongside. and McEwen say
ing: James Trevor. I'll trouble you to
come along with me-
Jim obeyed and from the corner of one
eye watched McEwen's angry whiskers
stand up all round his face like the frill
of royal Bengal tiger, while his face
turned purple and his voice shook.
"An is this how you break the reguIa-
tons o. the port o Calcutta? Are we
aware O. the penalties we've laid yourself
open TOP"
Jim said nothing. There was not very
much TO say, and McEwen roared aloud:
"Man. we've personated a Hugh pilot. an
that's as much to say we've persopated
me, What did that yellow heathed give
you for an honorarium?''
Hundred and twenty" said Jim.
AN by what manner o. means did We
get through the James and Nary"
Father" was the answer. He went
down the same tide-and I've steered
by him.
McEwen whistled and choked; perhaps
It was with anger. Made a stalkin'
horse o. your father. Jim. boy, he'll
make an example o you
The boat hooked the briggs chains and
McEwen said, as he rolled on deck:
"Yon's an enterprisipg cub o. yours,
Trevor. Ye'd better put him tn the regu-
lar business or one o. these fine days he'll
be acting as pilot before he's qualified
and sinkin' junks I'm the Fairway. II we've
no other designs ia take him as my cub,
for there's no denyin' he's resourcefui
lad for all that he's an unlocked whelp'
That" said Trevor, reaching for Jirn's
left ear. lis something we can remedy"
and he led him down below.
The little knotted< colt that they kept
for general purposes on the pilot brig
stung like hornets, but when IL was all
over Jim was an uriiicked cub no longer
He was McEwen's property. and a week
later when the Ellora came along he
bundled over side with McEwen's enam-
eled leather handbag and roll OF charts
and a little bag of his own.
RUpYARD KIPLING.