The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1895-09-03

talk like that afore 'cept once, wher
he fell overheard when he was full
an stuck in the Thames mud. he
said it was Providence, though, as
it was low water, according to the
tide table, I couldn't see what Provi.
dence had to DO with it myself. He
was as excited as anybody an took
the wheel himself an put the ships
head for the boat an as she came
closer our boat was slung out, an me
an the second mate an three other
men dropped into her an pulled SO
as to meet the other.
Never mind the boat; we don't
want to bother with her, shouts the
cap'n as we pulls away. Save the
mani
''I'll say this for Mr.. MCMILLAN,
he steered that boat beautifully, an
we ran alongside o. the other as
clever as possible. Two o. us shipped
our oars an gripped her tight an
then we saw that she was just an
ordinary boat, partly decked in,
with the head an shoulders o. a man
showing in the opening, fast asleep
an snoring like thunder.
I" 'Puir chap, ses Mr.. Mcmillan,
standing up. Look how wasted he
is.
HE laid hold o. the man by the
neck o. the coat an his belt, an, be-
ing powerful man, dragged him
up an swung him into our boat,
which was bobbing up an down an
grating against the side o. the other.
We let go then, an the man we'd
rescued opened his eyes as Mr.. Nc
MILAN tumbled over one of the
thwarto with him, an, letting off a
roar like bull, tried to jump back
into the boat
I" Hold him, shouted the second
mate; 'hold him tight; he's mad,
puir Teller.
by the way that man fought an
yelled we thought the mate was
right too. He was short, stiff chap,
hard as iron, an he bit an kicked an
swore for all he was worth, until at
last we tripped him up an tumbled
him into the bottom o. the boat an
held him there with his head hang
ing over thwart.
T" It's all right, puir Teller, ses
the second mate; 'ye're in good
hands-ye're saved.
{" 'Damme, ses the man, what's
your little game? Where's my boat
--eh? Where's my boat?'
HE wriggled bit an got his head
up, an when he saw it bowling along
two or three hundred yards away
his temper got the better o him, an
he swore that if Mr.. Mcmillan didn t
row after it he'd knife him.
1--WE can t bother about the boat,
said the mate. We've had enough
bother to rescue you.
Who the devil wanted you to
rescue me?' beloved the man. FIJI
make you pay for this, you miser-
able swabs. If there's any law in
Ameriky, you shall have It'll
"By this time we had got to the
ship, which had shortened sail, an
the oap'n was standing by the side,
looking down upon the stranger with
a big kind smile which nearly sent
him crazy.
Welcome aboard, my puir fell
Ter, ses he, holding out his hand as
the chap got up the side.
"'Are you the author of this out
rage?' ses the man fiercely.
az don't understand you, ses the
cap'n, very dignified an drawing
himself up.
Ibid you send your chaps to
sneak me out o. my boat while l
was having forty winks?' roars the
other. 'Damme! that's English, ain t
it?'
{" Surely ses the cap'n, surely
you didn't wish to be left to per-
ish in that little craft. / had a
supernatural warning to steer this
course on purpose to pick you up, an
this is your gratitude.
" Look here, ses the other. My
names Cap'n Naskett an I'm doing
record trip from New York to Liv-
erpool in the smallest boat that has
ever crossed tho Atlantic, an you go
an bust everything with your cussed
officiousness. If you think I'm 60
ing to be kidnapped just to fulfill your
beastly warnings, you've made a
mistake. I'll have the law on you;
that's what I'll do. Kidnaping's a
punishable offense.'
what did you come here for,
then?' ses the cap'n.
Comet bowls Cap'n Naskett.
Come! A Teller sneaks up alongside
o. me with a beatload of street sweep
ings dressed as sailors an snaps me
up while I'm asleep, an you ask me
what / come for Look here. You
clap on all sail an catch that boat o.